Words, the use of, language and communication these are things which stir me and today this passion has had a life of its own.

I took Patches to a local Country Park. It was hot to be out with the boy, but there was enough shade for him to have a mooch about.

There were two young  lads, athletes, chatting about a run. They were just taking a breather as we walked through the gate. I could not help myself but to listen to what they had to say. My boy was inspecting every blade of grass, what else was I supposed to do?

‘ I smoked him bruv’. How I refrained from a little laugh out loud is beyond me. But it was music to my ears. Gold. This conversation at that moment was gold.

They were about to move on at the same time as said dog was ready to explore elsewhere. I couldn’t help myself. I called out ( not too loudly, is it possible to call out, not too loudly. Is that an oxymoron?) ‘ That was lovely ‘ I smoked him bruv’ I repeated. They stopped and both smiled. ‘ We’re Gen Z’ one laughed ,’ have a good day’, he added. ‘ I’m a boomer’ I kinda whispered, as they disappeared around the corner. What a lovely exchange between humans. Maybe you had to be there?

to be continued….