Eenie, meenie, miney mo.......

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, which one to chose for lunch? The Williams Pear with the dodgy looking age spots got the chop. Actually, it was delicious - just the right degree of ripeness; never judge a pear by its skin.

Because I have to stay in this afternoon to let the boiler doctor fix the temperamental boiler, while His Lordship does his press ups in the gym, I was allowed out unescorted this morning to sample the footwear emporiums in town.
I felt a bit like Goldielocks as I tried on a size 4 shoe - too big, a size 3 shoe - too small, but a size 31/2 shoe- just right except it wasn't the colour I wanted, so it is being ordered from another branch. Mission accomplished with time to spare.

I never fail to be amazed at the amount of drivel I can write when I have absolutely nothing constructive to say, far less blip. Forbearance is the word of the moment.