Cricklewood gets a much needed smattering of glamour. Flaming medieval torches outside the bingo hall. Class.

Taking my new shoes out for a testwalk.

Sunday afternoon. Time for too much food. Especially if you're a tiny dog. Most food is bigger than Steve.

Training Steve to fulfil her destiny as a draught excluder.

Plate of raw meat. Now that's a starter.

Steve does not like visitors falling asleep on our sofa.

Cracker win! I fucking love these things.