Life's pleasures...

... are especially sweet when taken on nice soft grass within sight and smell of the river, and with one's pet man close by to do the necessary afterwards. What's that? He's walking ahead pretending not to see? Even though he's just passed the £200 fine notice for not doing his duty? For shame. Never mind; in a moment he'll see the lady with the camera and scuttle back to clean up. You just can't get the staff these days...