These Boots Were Made for Walking.

What a week it has been and there is still a day to go. The management consultancy people are taking their toll, or should I say spending between 2-4 hrs a day with them 'troubleshooting' (but not being negative!) and 'blue sky thinking', then frantically trying to make headways in our actual work which is falling further and further behind is taking it's toll. I find January hard at the best of time but this is bloody tough.
On top of that my best friend Jenny's Dad died on Sunday, He has been seriously ill for a while now so in some ways it has been a blessed relief, but no matter how prepared you are it is never easy.
I was also filled with guilt because I never rang her last week when I had been meaning too and that got me pondering on all sorts of things like how friendships mature and change and how easy it is to put things off just because you are tired or have had a bit of a pants day, and that that is actually no excuse whatsoever.

My healthy eating plan has also been a big fat fail this week and I haven't done any exercise at all, tell a lie I did some stretches on Tuesday and then went to bed!
All in all not a good week.

I did get a little something in the post to brighten my day, ok rather a large box to be precise, holding a wonderous pair of boots. Yes yes need them like a hole in the head etc but I loved them and even Himself approved! (Unlike the bowler hat I bought that he said looked like an old lady's hat,and the hat that she would wear to a funeral at that, he knows nothing.)

                                                                Behold!

Finally I met my friend Melissa for lunch today, a much needed slab of chocolate cake and much gossip later and I was almost a woman restored. She also passed on to me a memory stick with photos from Katy's wedding and would you credit it? The only picture of my lovely frock full length is one of me stuffing my face! Oh the irony.