In my quest for the body of a 30 43 year old I took a little turn around the beach yesterday afternoon with Mrs Folly for a couple of hours. The weather was perfect, Molly the dog ran in and out of the waves and we managed to avert our eyes when we got to the nudist end and suddenly a man with a very brown bottom hove into view.
I know that I bang on about simple pleasures. I know that life isn’t perfect. But when you are paddling in a warm sea on a nearly deserted beach (apart from the man with the brown bottom) well it doesn’t seem half bad.
On another note, we will soon be having another addition to the family. I’m more excited than excited but I won’t tempt fate till it happens. Watch this space!