Hoofing it

The GP prescribed some new horse pills today to combat... well, everything really, so it seemed appropriate to stop here for a quick pech and lean against the wall on the way to the chemist.

My lung capacity seems to have shrunk somewhat and if you were passing earlier, I was the hyperventilating-and-slightly-sweating wee granny struggling up the steps.

Must put three-wheeled trolley with wicker basket at the top of my Christmas list.