august has been a wet month. i'm not complaining about muddy trails or slippery roots, i wouldn't know, i've not ventured further than the offy. the past few weeks have drifted by in a boozy haze. who knew shouting europe's 'the final countdown' could be so much fun, or drinking shots through ridiculously long straws is in fact hilarious.
things are starting to wobble again and the thought of lycra makes me run away screaming. a self imposed detox is to begin-which basically means no mid week booze, no crisps or chocolate to be consumed whilst on the sofa and no baking until...september.
...thanks for the photo lizzy. not my shoes by the way.