As I pulled up to park in my normal spot near the vets tonight, I was amused to find this going on. A mini film crew with a sound man, a camera man, a girl with a clipboard (modern clapper board-I know nothing about filming!) and another woman, who may or may not have been the director, were attempting to film a woman and her dog get out of a car. The dog was a little white curly haired thing in a decorative coat. His owner was a tall, well tanned lady, in big shades and a stripey mini dress. She had a companion in the car just sitting. While I watched (I had a few minutes to spare) they attempted to film the dog getting out of the car with the woman about eight times. "We haven't got our shot yet and you've got to go in ten minutes, let's do this!" the director said helpfully. I went in the vets, Cassie was inspected, injected and weighed, and they were still all there when I came out! I wish I knew who the woman was and then I could look it up!
Look at this fantastic collapsed garage-in the middle of the really posh bit of Greenwich-it looks great but is a massive job waiting for someone. Imagine the spiders in there-and in the ivy growing all over it.
Lilly looking a bit sweet and dopey behind the basil-probably relieved it wasn't her turn for the V.E.T.
