The one bouncing in the background is my son, Freddy. The one sprawled in the foreground needs no introduction, of course. What a set of toothy-pegs! Both Freddy and Dash have proved quite a handful this week in the run-up to moving house. As if a full-time job and a part-time writing career isn’t enough, this year has seen us sell up and buy our first family home in a village near Oxford. Eynsham is six miles out of town and bounded by a river, lush fields and woods. Enticing dog-walking territory. On the book front, I had a lovely email this week from an American author and ‘historian of everything greyhound’. It seems news of the publication of ‘Dash: Bitch of the Year’ has already spread across the pond, and she’s keen to be the first to review it!