He Huffed and he Puffed.

Hubby has high blood pressure amongst other things, but isn't very good at sticking to a fitness schedule. However, having totally chilled out for two weeks over Christmas apart from lifting a knife, fork and spoon to his mouth, his ever expanding stomach got the better of him and so a couple of weeks ago, he decided to ride a bike to work.
After just one day his knees and hips hurt so much they kept him awake all night and were still giving him gyp four days later.
'I think I'll try walking,' he said. So he's been taking a brisk walk around the block and walks to work one day a week.
Today was his day off, but as I wanted the weekend papers, he said he'd take a brisk walk and pick them up for me. Meanwhile I was giving the bathroom a good scrubbing out.
Fifteen minutes later he came in, red cheeked and puffing gently. 'That got my heart rate up.' he said, while I nodded mutely as I hung on the the sink, legs shaking and heart thundering.
I waved the cleaning cloth at him and gasped, 'If you want a really good work out,' which is when he suddenly remembered he'd forgotten to buy some new strings for his guitar and disappeared for the next couple of hours....In the car.

As I've been having some success in submitting stories to Best of British Magazine, I thought I'd try to find a photo to accompany my latest offering.
I've had a Brother printer/scanner/copier now for over a year and hadn't put any photographs through their tests with it, so this morning as I was rummaging in the shoe box where I keep the family snaps, I thought it would be a good time to begin.
The photographs I thought I might be able to use were tiny little black and white snaps taken with a box brownie, with most of them the worst for wear including the odd tea stain. But then we're talking over sixty years ago, so it's not surprising. I'm looking equally battered.
Anyway, I loaded up one of mum and me in the river when I was around three years old --- clicked the necessary buttons and it came out superimposed on a photo of hubby and a friend. Strange! I tried again without a photo in the scanner. There was Bill again. So I tried to find the print record for the scanner. Couldn't!
It took me six frustating goes before I thought to check the inside lid of the scanner and there was a photograph that had evidently, in a previous life, been stuck in an album with everlasting tacky glue.
And the photographs? They came out brilliantly.