Fancy pants

Urgh. What a day. This morning, just before I was about to put an offer on the lovely 'cottage', I had a phone call to say that my buyer had pulled out. Apparently a 94 year lease is a truly terrifying thing. I came home for a little cry but then decided to just crack on with the day. I'm so sick of this house move and it being the thing I'm constantly talking about. It's dull. I just want to sell my house and move and do it all in time for at least one BBQ in the garden, ok?!

A run after work in these delightfully jazzy pants, a birthday gift from Fran, did help to cheer me up. Especially as I'm now the joint fastest woman to run up St. Mary's watergate this year. Oh yeah! Hello mojo, I've missed you!

The day ended nicely with some good news for SS. But I'll let her tell you all about that :-)