Bobbing about

I was determined to get out again, after the disappointment of a bad night's sleep on the sofa. I really thought I'd got it cracked, but it seems I can't really walk far yet. The boys played in the park and I had a little sit in the sun on the front in the Port where I bumped into the gorgeous Lisa and John (who was hobbling too poor thing).

Feeling pretty down now as I have realised I can't possibly get back to the teaching job tomorrrow. Still, I spoke to AKHF and heard more tales of Istanbul and Mrs Pepperpot is booked on her flight for next weekend. So that's good.

another shot here