This morning I popped to the Co-op on the Leckhampton Road to buy some bread.  I decided to take my bike and so set off enjoying the smell of the morning air.  I decided to say a few prayers using a method that often helps me when I am outside.  I tend to look around and thank God for all the beautiful things around me.  I looked up and saw Leckhampton Hill, so thanked God for it, as it is very beautiful.  I thanked Him for the blossom on the trees and the sound of church bells which was a really nice addition to my little excursion.  I looked around some more and saw a dog having a poo.  CRASH.  The moment was lost, as his lady owner bent down with her hand in a nappy bag and picked the thing up, performing that deft ‘magic trick’ hand movement which somehow launches the poo into mid-air from the ground and neatly plops it into the little sack (now with a perfect little knot in it, all employed within the same gesture).  The poor lady then has to conduct a significant proportion of her walk looking very trendy with a transparent bag full of poo and an excitable dog by her side until she finds a ‘poo bin’ (kindly provided by the Borough Council).  “Thank you Lord for dogs.” I muttered.