Town Centre, Reading

Note the lack of dogs.

My dogs.

Other people’s dogs.

Extreme lack of dogs, innit?

I drank a pint in that pub over to the right (The Alehouse). Several English blokes here, but I wound up by chance talking to two Americans, one of whom was from Dallas. So this, and then other day, C and I sat next to a couple in a restaurant who, though English by birth, had been expats for the last 20 years, and had spent time in Houston.

Texas finds me. Texas finds me.