The Hazards of Low-Cut Tops

What other conclusion may I draw when some concession sales assistant bops up to me as I'm idly browsing the creams and lotions of Selfridges beauty hall and tells me, as she repeatedly glances at my chest, about the miracles of some bestselling product designed specifically to plump up one's chest area.

I was mildly offended, both at her inability to maintain eye contact during her unwarranted sales pitch and also at her intimating that I needed it! Apparently I have a lacklustre cleavage.

Older and Lazier

So she's 9 days away from being 11 months old and she's now 7.5kg and getting puggier (read : more like a classic pug, dozy).

After a whirlwind puppydom of pugtonas and frantic play sessions every few hours, Coco is now perfectly content to sleep all morning, get excited about her lunchtime walk, get tired on her lunch time walk (20-30 mins trot) to the point of sitting down and just looking at me in a vaguely baleful manner, and then sleeping all afternoon, through our evening commute and then waking up for a little walk from station to home. Then comes DINNER!! and then a play and a chew and then snorty snores...

Also - I think she might actually be getting a bit fussy about what she eats. We buy James Wellbeloved dry food for her (mixed with some Nature's Diet wet food for dinner) and certain ones she'll turn her nose up at these days. See also: apples.

Though she didn't have any qualms about eating off the face of the Duracell Bunny.

We found a lovely park just behind our new home which, given the general vicinity of the area, is a blessing. Though you won't find me there near dusk, or much further in than the children's play area with lots of families. Coco was bounding free and completely missing the point of playing ball in that she'd run in the direction of the thrown ball, only to run in a massive circle and back past me again, sans ball.

I *heart* Mulberry

Even more now because of this :


It's, like, perfect for Miss Coco...

...I can almost hear KS's eyes rolling =P

Oops

Dear blog, you have been neglected and for that I'd have to blame:

- moving offices (now in Farringdon)
- moving into own home (now in Hither Green)
- Coco - she's so cute, I'd rather play with her than write about her

More to come soon once I've actually got the chance to sit and write anything coherent.