I've been feeling rather warm, lately, which is very unlike me. DP has the annoying habit of swanning around in a t-shirt, then putting the heating on. Then complaining about the gas bill, and the fact that the planet is about to die from climate change. Put a blasted wooly on then matey.
I'm tempted by some fit flop trainers. Saw some on Brand Alley, reduced to £40, from £85, which put me on to searching for pewter-coloured ones. They seem rather super, and would see me through the winter, but I could be making an enormous fashion faux pas. I have utterly collapsing feet, so do have to choose my footwear wisely.
Had lovely day out at Tropical Wings zoo, complete with butterfly house (as the name suggests). DS was utterly delightful all day, even when he started eating hay, copying the goats. I bent over to tell him how lovely he was, and he pushed my face away, saying 'no mummy. goodbye'. He seems to be 13.