That was the question I asked myself as I headed into Waterstones bookshop in Cambridge today. He seemed to be poking at the poor pup's ear with a small knife. Perhaps he's scraping a bit of mud off his fur, I thought, or getting rid of some fleas. But when I came out half an hour later, after some serious book purchasing (all for birthday and Christmas presents, of course) he was still doing it. But just as I was thinking of calling the RSPCA, I realised that the long-suffering labrador, was in fact, a very clever sand sculpture. Meanwhile the nice men at the garage had drawn a blank with fixing the mystery illness that has afflicted my wing mirrors for several months. They seem to have lost their moral fibre and can no longer stay in position, constantly flopping back so that I have a perfect view of the sides of the car and nothing else. It seems the only solution is a new pair of wing mirrors for almost £500. Or some duct tape maybe.
