Disaster!

It has happened. My feet have turned into Sissy Baby Pom Feet. I was at Amiga Jane's house and I couldn't walk on the gravel. Teeny tiny gravel which my Saffa tackie feet would't even have noticed.

I don't think there is any way to reverse this process. Soon I will be like Darling Simon and be unable to walk on spiky grass.

Obviously the turning into a Pom starts from the feet up.

Also, I am outside typing this and it is too hot for me.

I checked the thermometer and it is 20 degrees.

Bloody hell.