Pinching less of still many inches.

The walking is working, on so many levels and for so many reasons. Evenings are grand and I'm almost back in the mindset to start fighting back during the day, almost. Dave is getting the benefits too, we truly are like two old, slightly senile Victorian farts "taking the waters" and laughing at our own jokes.

A wee set back for Tess today though, she went over her ankle and had to be collected by her Dad. Bad timing with evening concerts, bouncy castles and last dance for the p7 leavers all crammed into the next three days and nights. Hoping she won't have to miss out on everything. That would be harsh for an 11 year old whippersnapper.