Can I have my ball back please?

Pippa's orange ball is in the cow field at the back of the house. It took a nasty bounce and veered over the electric fence. She is gutted. The cows don't seem to be very happy at the thought of her popping over to get it back. Never fear, she has as many balls as I have trainers, but she always looks forlornly at that ball when we walk passed it. Bless!

I honestly can't be bothered to document my day in words. So...
Gym.
Hurt back.
Town.
Bought stuff.
Home.
Unpacked shopping. Made granola. Painted toes. Walked dogs. Put heat pack on back. Poured wine. Opened kettle chips (small bag!).

Momentarily forgot that I am supposed to be in training and getting lean.
I'll recover that memory tomorrow!
Until then....yum yum nom nom!! ;0) xx