My toes have been exposed to fresh air for the longest amount of time in my entire life, I have never really seen them before. I still hate feet though. I will not let this cure me of my foot fear, and I do wear my toe sock if I feel any slight breeze in the air. My toes are way too long its distressing.
I miss my bike - but I don't miss the burn in my legs from the hills. I miss swimming more....
I feel guilty for being lazy and think that maybe I should be hoping up and down the village at least once a day, not to mention somehow helping around the house.
My right leg is some what skinnier than my left now. I look unbalanced. It is heading toward becoming a bird leg. Like a sparrow or finch you understand, not a girly bird leg.
I know I am bored and obsessing when the highlight of my day was that the number10.gov website used BADGER as their e-petition example name.
In other dull and broken news:-
I can not believe the Caravan club have not responded to my