Just cooked myself a very random meal. Garlic bread, bacon and mushrooms.
But surprisingly tasty.
And very garlicy.
Someone pass me the polo's quick.
Or maybe not, as I'm resting my weary bones tonight, and having a cosy night in.
Last night I made the foolish error of picking the highest heels to go strutting around London in.
My back aches, my feet are sore, but, were they worth it? Hell yes. No pain no gain. Fashion is always worth paying the price for. Plus, they double the length of my legs. Who can argue with that?