BEWARE THE ROMPO

Today I went into town, my first trip out since falling ill, and managed to cross a few things off my ever growing list of things to do. I bought buttons for my cushion cover, booked my car in for her MOT, went to the supermarket and then the farm for eggs.

By the time I got home I felt as wrung out as a dish cloth.

Not as bad as I would have felt had I bumped into a Rompo!