Posting a post.

Ah, Sunday.

Late taxi retrieval of eldest son from the scout ceilidh in Bridge of Earn.
Couldn't have long lie as my back was crying out for some drugs.
Decided once they'd worked a lovely walk up the path to Glen Lomond, but half way up decided that was not a good idea at all.
Limped home for some more chemical relief.

Of course didn't listen to common sense and started to bake the Christmas cakes X3. Now really regreting the day off.
It's funny when you don't have anything to do, you seem to do more.

A little glass of red to relax the spasmed back and I will be alright, well worth a try.
:-)