crunch

I'm in London, catching up with old friends, going to work meetings and indulging in some rampant consumerism - this time with a focus on kitchen equipment. (Well, I've got to have something do do during those long winter evenings when I'm back in France - which, for anyone who is interested, is likely to be next Sunday.)

As a result of my London spending spree, I am forced to make savings elsewhere. And so, rather than take Biff to The Dog Frolics (a pseudonym for the trendy Notting Hill pet shop where I last took him to be groomed in London, with unhappy consequences) I have decided to do it myself. Unfortunately, the scissors are blunt. Biff is looking worried. The picture left, is the look that I am aiming for (and for anyone is wondering just what Biff is looking at so lasciviously, the answer is a chocolate cake.)