Too hot to trot

Despite my protestations that it was too hot to work outdoors I was dragged to the garden centre today.  I screamed and sulked and got my legs slapped.  I like that.  Many pounds lighter I left with a trolley piled high with garden goodies and a bad back from lifting 200 litres of fertiliser into my clean car boot.

In other news I bought MrsDB a Fitbit from a fit bit in Currys.

It has started raining.   17.16