This is how we roll nowadays. A simple 10 metre walk to the post box involves, sunglasses, hand bag, stroller and dolly.
It’s serious business, in fact, she makes me pick the front of the stroller up to help her up and down the gutter!
Along the way, she needs to stop and talk to each cat we walk by. “Hello Pussy Cat” she says, “What’s your name”, followed by “I love you” and “Dag (bye) pussy”. It’s exhausting as we live near a crazy cat lady (she has 6 at last count – not including the cat statues that guard her front door -will take a photo on our next trip to the rubbish bin)