Putting my best foot forward.

A poor turn out at the gym, only Vic,  Vic's daughter, Ann and myself. While we were having coffee, John turned up and he was late because he went to a 70th birthday party last night. It wasn't raining when I came out, so I phoned J to met me half way, so that I could look for a blip.  Not much about, so you have a blip of my trainers. Storm Bert wasn't as bad as was forecast, so thankful for that.