SANDALS

While I can't claim to be up there with Einstein and his enduring socklessness, I don't like wearing socks and shoes. Barefoot is best, and failing that, sandals.  So I like to record the first day of the year when the socks are abandoned and the sandals are unleashed.  Hope it lasts until October. 

Morning appointment with the physio who said I had probably been overdoing it on the injured ankle.  The Professor liked her diagnosis.  I didn't, but I compromised by working in the garden on my knees and my bum, rather than on my feet.  Planted onions and and other stuff.  

I've had an ache in my heart all day about an unblippable situation. When to intervene and when to keep the gob shut?  Guess which won.