The cake that never was....

So my plan today was, if it was nice, to go for a walk in the woods, and then make a cake if I had enough eggs.

But then came an urge to sort out a cupboard in need of sorting, throwing away things well past their use by dates. And really, those urges come around so infrequently you have to give into them.

The cupboard led to the surfaces, the surfaces led to the cooker and its hood, the cooker led to the house and mopping.

Several hours later, whilst disappointed at a mere nine hundred and twenty-one steps recorded on my pedometer, bathed and cleansed from the grind of the day, I felt sort of satisfied.