Do my feet look big in this?

The car needed something changed. I don't pretend to (or indeed be interested in) knowing what it was, but it gave us a few hours int he Ferry to have a look around, eat spaghetti gamberoni and buy lots of Italian pastries at Vissocchis.

I made a vain attempt to control the calories at dinner by making salad - but the pastries won hands down. Maybe if I stay away from the kitchen I will manage to avoid them for the rest of the evening. If I don't, it won't be my feet that I have to worry about!