Given that I'm developing Reader's Waist and Writer's Butt, I am making a concerted effort to walk more, particularly on work days (which are long and involve lots of sitting). The plan is to come in the door from work and instead of sitting down with a glass of wine, put on my sneakers and take Abby for a walk along the road (that's 40 minutes, a good walk).
Before I could head out the door this afternoon for the first walk of the new regime, Dwayne said, "You'd better check on your mother."
"What? Why?"
"She came in from gardening and said she was done and going to make herself a cup of tea. I think she might have overdone it. She looked really hot."
So I trotted right upstairs where she was reclined out fully in her chair.
"Are you okay?" I asked.  "What's wrong?"
"It's just my allergies acting up," Mum answered. "I'm allergic to hard labour."