Corrections, Sore Feet & Grumpy

My corrections are going along swimmingly and I'm now half way through, so today, after doing the usual shopping, walking the dog, etc I shall press on as I'm determined to send it out on Monday. Unfortunately, because we need English stamps I have to go and queue at the Main Post Office in St Helier. To be honest, it isn't far from my work but the idea of parking outside my small local one and trotting in is far preferrable.

On Thursday I had a client over for the day, which meant that although I'm usually smart, I had to wear a suit and therefore instead of the usual again smart, but not right for the suit, open-toed mules, I wore my toe-crushing court shoes. I was fine for most of the day but by the time I was racing to the car to collect S from the car restorer's (I was late of course) I was in complete agony. So for the weekend I shall be in the spongiest footware possible and thankfully have a veritable range of flipflops to slip my aching feet into. The only problem is that I have to go to London for the day in a few weeks and need to decide if I start traipsing around the shops (only like to do this when I'm in the mood, say, about once a year) to buy replacement shoes or wear my bone-crushers and hope that I spend most of the time sitting down?

Grumpy, who found it all a little strange that S was in the house without J being there too, has now settled down and is back to his usual self of either barking at anything that moves or sleeping. I had just got comfortable in bed at about 9pm last night when a firework display began that looked beautiful from my bedroom window, but caused chaos because it upset and infuriated the dog. Thankfully, he goose-stepped around the room for a bit when it finished and grumbled and barked for a few moments and then must have decided he'd sorted everything out and went to sleep. Such a relief.