MY FEET...

... are killing me!

Months ago I bought a small table to go in the kitchen when I was working, the idea being that I would be able to take the weight off my feet. Strangely, though, I hardly ever bother to use it and then wonder why my legs will hardly hold me up when I've spent the whole day standing at the worktop!

Thank goodness that cake is done. It's been a bit of a nightmare to be honest.

Just had a lovely walk (on my sore feet) with the girls. A bit blustery, but bright and it was good to get out to blow a few cobwebs away.

James is coming round later. There's a big pot of homemade tomato and vegetable soup simmering away, smelling delicious and it'll be even better tomorrow.

Bet Charles is looking forward to the end of today. He now has four days off before he goes back into school. Which reminds me...

... I must make a list of stuff for him to do!