Went to London, Took the Dogs (Not!)
Oh Nina, I do adore you and your attitude to life
Perfect weekend alert!!
Well actually my perfect weekend would be back in the ‘house on the beach’, but the fact Nina Stibbe latest memoir was on the door mat when I arrived home, has now made coming home all that more acceptable. Warning: I do have the beach house blues, I am in the worst funk ever and hopefully a doubleshot flat white, lashings of Lurpak on my toast with marmalade, and a few hours reading, will sort me right out - fingers crossed eh!
There’s a special kind of delight diving into the pages of a favourite author’s latest memoir, isn’t there? I know you're nodding in agreement. For me, it’s Nina Stibbe’s “Went to London, Took the Dog”, a title that elicits a chuckle because, in my case, it was "Went to West Wales, Took the Dogs". Nina’s tales of embarking on a London sabbatical with her dog Peggy sparked a contrast to my own journey, one that seemed so implausible yet somehow relatable in its uniqueness.
The idea of relocating to London for a year with my dogs feels l…