(Posted for the second time, as Blogger ate it yesterday)
This morning I went for a walk.
I walked out of the house.
Up to the end of the road.
And into the bush.
I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked, until I was very tired. *
Of course I took my camera!
* The problem was of course, that I then had to turn around and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk all the way home. By the time I arrived home I no longer felt like a fresh green pea, but more like a dried up old shrivelled red lentil. ** I was very much hoping that Mr Soup would have been terribly worried about me, and decide to meet me halfway home, preferably with a sedan chair and a litre of gin and tonic, but no such luck. He was reclining with the weekend paper and a cup of chai and barely looked up when I staggered in. Despite the exhaustion, I think I should make this a regular event rather than an occasional weekend foray.
** Which reminds me, I found a fabulous red lentil and kumara soup recipe if anybody is interested?
I am also reinstating Word for the Day.
You know, to improve your, uh, my vocabulary.
Word for the day: quotidian