May turned out to be marvellous, all told.
here’s how it turned out:
here’s how it turned out:
8: the number of times the pooch went to the vet.
18: the number of pieces of Happy Mail I sent around the world.
25: the number of times I took the pooch for a walk.
16: the number of scrapbook pages I made for our various albums. How I love my hobby!
3,447 approx: the number of miles between London Gatwick and the island of Bermuda.
{So no prizes for guessing that we might be headed there soon}
50: the age my best friend reached. We have been friends for 27 years.
There are 65 stairs from the ground floor of the shopping centre to the fifth floor and the gym’s front door. I went up and/or down them 6 times (I usually use the lift to get to the gym and then walk down when I leave.) That makes a grand total of 390 stairs to add to my swimming total of 140 lengths. Not a bad total when you consider that I only went to the gym 5 times!
48: the age I reached. There’s no photo as of yet, because I haven’t had one taken as a 48 year old.
and you’ll always find a warm welcome over at her place.
Not to mention entertaining posts about a varied list of topics.
Go on over, stop by and say hello.
This West London Life 
Oh 8 visits in one month to the vets, I do hope Pooch is feeling so much better. That is a lot of stairs, my thighs are burning on your behalf (col). Bermuda is close to Texas so I do hope your sister can join you 🙂
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