Stately as a galleon ...

There’s either something wrong with my pedometer or with the way I walk. Yesterday, after a busy day taking the dogs out twice for over an hour, going round Asda and mowing the lawn, as well as the usual pottering about, it informed me at bedtime that I had completed 995 steps.

Today I did much the same, apart from the Asda bit and mowing the lawn, though instead I hung out three loads of washing, and by teatime it said I had completed 35 steps. I’m fairly convinced that it is lying to me, since it is more that 35 steps from my bed to the kitchen.

Perhaps, rather than walking, I have started to skim the ground as though I’m on castors. Or maybe I’m turning into a Dalek.