The Posh Paw Blog

List five things you do for fun.

Darling, fun is a serious matter. You don’t just stumble into it like a forgotten sock behind the washing machine. No no — you curate it, like a vintage record shelf or your mum’s china cabinet you’re absolutely not allowed to breathe near.

Here’s what I consider “fun” — the kind that tickles the soul and occasionally earns a raised eyebrow from Dad across the kitchen table.

1. Talking Absolute Nonsense with Frank.

My uncle Frank has a theory for everything. Garden gnomes? Spy cameras. The moon landing? Filmed in Luton. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard him argue that the pigeon mafia runs Saffron’s parking enforcement. I play along, obviously. It’s fun — like improv theatre.

2. Wandering Second-Hand Bookshops.

You haven’t seen temptation until you’ve seen me spot a £1 copy of Jane Eyre with a broken spine and someone’s notes in the margins. I don’t just read books. I adopt them. I bring them home and give them a warm shelf and a new life. A bit like rescue puppies, but with more tea stains.

3. Dancing Like Nobody’s Judging. Except Dad. Who Definitely Is.

Look, I trained in dance. I am grace — except when I’m in the kitchen in my socks, twirling to Dusty Springfield, knocking over the mop bucket and pretending it’s part of the routine. Dad says I’m one wet floor sign away from a lawsuit. But he’s secretly impressed. I can tell by the way he hides behind the paper.

4. People-Watching at the Café.

There’s something about Cafés, they all have this thing — it’s like a magnetic field for stories. Couples falling in love, friends falling out. Give me a corner booth and a cappuccino, and I’ll give you a novella in under an hour.

5. Sneaking Home to Saffron Without Telling Anyone.

There’s nothing quite like the thrill of sneaking in the side door, avoiding Mum’s radar, and collapsing on the sofa before anyone knows I’m back. Of course, I’m usually found within minutes by Dad, who “just happened” to hear the side gate creak. He’s got sensors, I swear.

Fun, darling, is the heartbeat of life. It’s the little things, the tiny rebellions, the eyebrow raises, the side-eyes, and the belly laughs that come from absolutely nowhere.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋