On the Trot

What a horrendous horrible wet day! Yeah, and I’m out walking in it. Decided to walk over to mum with the rest of the risotto, otherwise I’d sit and moan about how wet it is. I’m obsessed with over 15k steps a day.

She was downstairs with her cronies having their afternoon cuppa and putting the world to rights. It’s great that she’s in here (since 2006). Imagine being 92 and in a house all alone every day. For a sociable person like her it would have been bad for her mental health. She loves her flat.

Walk home was wetter than going. But I popped into Nero on the way home for a cuppa and a lemon drizzle slice and a read of my book. Currently on ‘where the Crawdads sing’.