You know, Sundays, of late, have gotten super busy. So much so, it's not even half past nine and I'm knackered and about to go to bed.

Still, it's 'good' tired. I think. Did lots of exercise. Took a walk along the sea front after the gym. Couldn't see Fife for the haar but did see a rather spesh orange digger tidying up the beach.

Which was nice.

Then the rest of the day was all like, cooking, shopping, cleaning (sort of), ironing (sort of)...

Tomorrow = week two of 5:2 and me & Mr M still aren't svelte yet. Cuh.