I've been spending a fair bit of time grappling with the sewing machine. The plan was to make what should have been quick and easy according to the pattern but, even with the aid of reading specs, it took ages to thread the needle and then the thread kept snapping because the tension was all wrong and when it didn't the seams were puckered and had to be ripped out. Quick and easy my foot.
So it seemed a good idea to spend some less troublesome time at the big park down the road where the monthly farmers (farmer's? farmers'?) market was being held.
We bought loads (veggie tarts, posh cakes, organic veg, herbs, plants, apple juice, shortbread), one of the complementary paper carrier bags disintegrated, spewing all the contents across the paving ('Just call it fusion food when you serve it', shouted one bright spark) and the dog decided to ensure everyone's attention by barking incessantly at full volume.
Fortunately, Canine Capers were there, giving enthusiastic dogs the opportunity to have a go at their obstacle course, so we paid the two quid and, successfully diverted, off a successfully silenced Boo went.
There are no pictures. I was too busy jumping hurdles to show him how to do it.