chatted a while with the teacher,
gossiped with other mums,
went to bank,
post-office,
super-market and
pet food supplier,
dropped books back at the library and,
chatted with neighbour on the street for a while.
It wasn't till climbing the last flight of stairs to the front door that I realised I'd spent the whole morning running around in mis-matched shoes...
Am taking small comfort from the words of a wise friend: "it's not like one was a heeled sandal and the other a flat boot."
No, it's true, I'm not quite that far gone........ not yet at least!
3 comments:
Delightful piccie, perhaps if you still have blue hair, no-one would look at your feet.
One can always claim to be Avant-garde...rather than being absent minded/having dressed in the dark.
i think i shall also put some black shoe polish in the car package to accompany the eucalytpus oil.
xxx
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