Feet

A yoga move from downward dog to plank to upward dog stalled when the toes refused to turn. I relaxed into a new pose, relaxed dog. Actually, relaxed wasn’t the word used. Back home I found Mr SF sporting a moon boot, the result of a slip in the shower that tore an ankle muscle. Inevitably I took sneaky shots of feet in the supermarket. A trolley would’ve been good but Woollies Metro only extends to wheeled baskets.

The extra is from yesterday at the Four in Hand, finangled today. I have no hope of ever emulating them, but I admire stylish 70+ year-olds.

Thanks for hosting Carolina.