Taking the dog out with us and the buggy can be a fraught affair. One or the other, or sometimes both, can make things difficult by causing a scene. So when I saw another dog galloping across the Park lawn to square up to our Molly, my spirits sunk. The dog’s owner caught up with her dog, warning it: ‘Aah, aah, aah!’ From the buggy came Ed’s voice: he impersonated this with his own ‘Aah, aah, aah!’ It wasn’t the most advanced of expressions that he has come out with of late.
I decided we’d go to the Art Gallery. The pictures are hung well above his head height so he can’t wrench them down and he seems content to get out and have a wander within such a space. When we arrived there something was going on, however, with a table set out by the doorway entrance to one of the halls. I was told that the place was closed to the public for a private function. It was 10:30pm. An introduction on the wall outlined how they were trying to break down the barriers between the art and people viewing it. Well letting people in to see the artwork would be a start.
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