miffy what a kind thing to say, I felt so much better about my feet reading that!
peppermint I'm in the north east and it was frikking boiling here today! I planted four raspberry bushes in the titchy strip of dirt down the side of the concrete steps leading to my front door. I tried to dig it a bit but the ground was rock solid. I already knew I was going to empty out three containers of soil/compost that Dp had done some unsuccessful planting in years ago. Funny enough there was a crop of bloody new potatoes sitting waiting to be found. They look delicious, but will go to the dcs.
Had serious temptation today. We got a new oven (new to us anyway) and there was a period when the old one had gone, but the new one was still in the downstairs corridor (I'm first floor flat) and it had gone dinner time. I had bizarre food timing this morning - breakfast at eight of three titchy rollmops, then 'lunch' at half ten of one leftover beef burger with a bit of slaw and green salad - so by six thirty, and a rather physical day, I was feeling it. We decided to nip along to the local Lebanese place. Reasonable prices, quick and also very healthy, as the meat is all just grilled and the salads are super fresh. They do fantastic garlic mayonnaise. BUT when I arrived I had such an urge to go off piste. Something from without or within kept this at bay and we sent back the fresh flatbreads (and watched them give them out to all the other tables) and I even managed to leave the hidden under the meat flat bread that had soaked up all the juice.
Fucking fucking hell. I felt like standing up and making an announcement at that stage. Dp stuck fast as well.
And now we are home and dry I feel so pleased. One of the dcs posted a photo that he'd taken of me and Dp on his Instagram. It was done in a very loving way, sort of here's the folks type pic, but it's a side on, unawares and my chin is properly double, and the backs of my arms are rather large and wobbly looking. It has actually helped as I'm determined this is my last fat summer ever!
Dp has set up his weights in the downstairs corridor, so I'm going to embark on a training regime with them.
As an aside. My little precious chihuahua ate a tramps shit today, then vommed it up whole on the front room floor. Bastard. She's fine now.