Above the tiny lavender plants I planted beneath them
The allotment, shared with my neighbour.
The bunting is all my own work...
Evidence of my pale green fingers.
The cause of my virulent plot-envy. The walk to school may be short but it's emotional.
Finished school work for the week and, if I say so myself, I have made some progress.
The village fete kicks off tomorrow night. I have white elephant responsibilities and still-purple toes. There must be someone looking over me.
I wore my asda trollop shoes to book club this week. They are the height of fashion and I saw them in Grazia magazine. 18 quid is not a high price to delude myself that I can still get away with such silliness. I'm not sure book club was the place for them. I wanted to try them out and to make sure they didn't rub (they did not). However, the bicycle riding was a challenge and I felt a little silly in them. I do like them though and have since found another ridiculous (and cheap) pair of shoes. I don't even want to wear these impulse-purchases every day. I just like to know that if I need to do a bit of street-walking I'll have the right equipment. A woman has to be prepared in these modern times. I think I'll do my next photo story on "inappropriate shoes for the over-40s" - pros and cons...