I just looked 'puffy foot' up on the Internet. I should not have done that. I am way too much of a hypochondriac to ever look up a symptom.
Now I have decided I have a bad heart. Either that or it is old age. I refuse to let it be old age. I am jiggling my feet continually now to try to make sure blood gets there. It's all to do with veins being lazy, y'know. Husband would say it is typical of me to have lazy veins; they fit in with the rest of me.
And my hoover stopped working in the middle of the lounge.
I took the plug apart and changed the fuse - amidst much muttering and grumbling trying to find screwdrivers and fuses - and it still doesn't work. So it is added to Husband's to-do list. But it was quite impressive that I knew how to change a fuse in the first place.
To find out if I had a bad heart I needed to climb a mountain. I didn't have a mountain but walked up a big hill quite quickly and I didn't have a heart attack so I guess it must be age or heat or both. THe thing is, if you have a heart condition you get sympathy; all you get for growing old is laughed at.
P.S. I'm not making light of heart problems - I know some people have terrible difficulties - just mocking my own hypochondria.