Sunday is always my relaxing day, I have a lie-in, take the dog for a walk, and spend time with my family. Yesterday I took Dylan up to the downs where we walk him, and it was thick fog! All i could think of was 'The Lovely Bones'. I was absolutely bloomin terrified! Poor Dylan, I eventually let him off his lead and he went running off, and then came running back to me and did a lil jump in the air and a small run before looking at me all confused as if to say 'what are you doing!? I want my walk!' No way was I going into that fog! So I just stood there by the entrance to the downs and kept telling him 'where's the cat!? Chase the cat!' and he went running round searching for this non-existent cat.
Then I got spooked when I saw the dark figure of a man suddenly come through the fog, so I ran away and we went straight home, dragging Dylan with me, obviously.