Today was frosty, yadda yadda we know that - get on with it! Ok, I will and just to let you know that my morning was taken up by visiting the local library, getting lost amongst the myriad of streets containing semi-detached houses, posting off an eBay parcel in the post office and listening to the end of a grisly bloke's conversation in the Co-op "...and I told him to move his car out of the entrance as 'e was blockin' it. 'e was lucky, if I'd 'ad my boy wiv me then 'e woulda decked 'im." Oh the joys of living in the London area.
Would you like to see a picture of me wearing my summer Birkenstocks which was taken a few weeks ago? I bet you would, so here it is:
Dark patent red is one of my favourite colours, but I'm not a huge fan of the Birkenstock Madrid style of sandal because they tend to flap too much and as such, I worry that they'll fall of my feet should I run for a bus and replicate the opening titles to the 1970s British Classic
Man About The House where Chrissy loses her shoe on a London Routemaster Bus. Saying that, apart from the re-imagined Boris Routemasters which run on the #38 service there aren't many of the older versions still in use other than the #15 heritage route.
Ok, I fully admit that I'm running out of shoe/tight and sock things to discuss. I mean I've a few more pairs up my sleeve or indeed languishing on the shoe racks, under my bed, lying around the house and generally being trip hazards but it's running out of steam so I'll probably turn my considerable talents to penning some erotic fiction. I'm attending a workshop on Thursday evening so I'll keep you posted but it'll be another blog in my series so keep reading!
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