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Hello! I'm Kara, a mid 30's mum of one, teacher by day and mummy by night. I would say I am more slummy mummy than yummy mummy but I live in hope of my fairy godmother casting her wand! I am also a sister, a daughter, a godmother, an auntie, a wife and hopefully a good friend! Having spent more time lately reading blogs than studying current affairs or indulging in "chick lit" I thought I'd give it a go so here I am! I have been married to Mr D for 12 years now and we have been together since I was 14!!! Miss D came along in 2009 and life changed for the better from that day. I work a 4 day week as a tutor in Childcare and Education (sounds far posher than it is!) and spend the other 3 days being the best mummy I can be to my adorable daughter. I *LOVE* shopping, chatting, card making, scrapbooking, cooking and reading. I want to share some of the random thoughts that I have and the craziness of my life with you. I hope you enjoy what you read and if you don't........well I gave it a go!!!

Saturday 4 June 2011

Blistering hell!

A think I thought today was that exercise is bad for you!

I don’t care what the so called experts say they are obviously robots not humans!

Having been out for a run jog walk with Mrs J last night my feet started to rub a little in my well worn running shoes.  The pain wasn’t too bad and certainly not enough to make me stop but by the time I got home these babies had appeared!



One on each ankle just under the bone!

OUCH!

Mr D says I need to burst them and cover them but I think this could cause a tsunami in MK which really is not an option and to be honest I am a little lot scared in case it hurts! Mrs W could only laugh at my affliction today likening them to the balloon like blister Mrs G had from running a marathon. Mrs W also suggested flying to Ethiopia and bursting them from a plane overhead to help with their water problems! (A serious issue I know but the comment was funny!)

Miss D is also finding them a great source of amusement and keeps poking them saying “mummy’s poorly feet!”  Honestly is there no sympathy in this house?

Frankly one is not amused.......they hurt!  I am not sure how I will get my feet into my work shoes on Monday or indeed how I will get them back into my runners for Monday nights session. Maybe I could contact Oasics and ask if they could custom make me some shoes to accommodate the growth?????