Today while doing my stint of charity retail (mine is a glamorous life indeed) my trusted bejewelled jandal suddenly broke – the strap snapped clean through. So I had to walk home barefoot, across a road that had just been tarsealed this afternoon.
Also the good people of the inner west have apparently declared war on bottles, and have chosen the local streets to wage that war. Ow ow ow now my poor wee foot is totally munted.
Summer seems to be here with a vengeance: it was 31 degrees for most of the day, with storms expected any minute now. And the rest of the week will be at least 30 degrees, oh joy.
As the rest of my day has been about the kitties, here’s a picture of Mr Puss:
Wow, that picture’s about three years old – he used to be so svelte!