Church hall roof

After yesterday's ministrations by the physio this is the furthest I plan to walk today, just around the corner, en route to the hairdresser across the road for my regular preventive maintenance on my oh-so-natural hair colour. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, as I don't have a job or anything to look smart for, but going grey and ceasing to paint my toenails just seems like giving in to ageing, and despite (or because of ) everything I'm just not ready to be old yet. I still feel 25 inside. And I still wonder about what I'd like to be when I grow up.