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Walking Carrot about an hour ago, I'd stopped at the kerb, waiting to cross the road, with carrot sitting next to me, and a car went past. A lad in his early 20s or thereabouts, stuck his head through the window and yelled at me in an angry tone: whos fucking walking who?
I smiled first, because people have said that to me before when Carrot's been pulling and it's a bit of a common joke amongst dogwalkers.
It was a second or so later i realised he'd just called me a dog.
Ffs. I'm old enough to be that lad's mum.
Just getting over a really bad eczema flare and today was first day in weeks I was feeling quite happy about how I look.
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