The W word

Oh my gosh it is so time for a W word.  I've been stuck inside all day (well, all afternoon really) while she's been gallivanting around the place, and I want to go for a walk NOW.

So we did - but she didn't stop complaining about her poor feet the whole way.

I mean, was it my fault she walked for miles over a rough track in the Belair NP.  No, it was not!    And did she take me with her?  No, she did not.

So it's only fair I got to go for my own walk - and I did ask her, she's done more than 25,000 steps today.

I think that's a fair bit.