This is one of the most comfortable pairs of shoes I have ever owned. They are now so comfortable that I am almost too scared to wear them. Because doesn’t it always end in worn heels and grooves where your toes no longer want to go.
Goodness, they could do with a polish, couldn’t they? The mister’s shoes never look like that. He keeps his shoes very nice indeed. It’s a family thing.
And couldn’t the lawn do with a mow. We should get a goat.
PS In the very short amount of time since I took that photo (enough time to answer a few emails, boil the kettle, curse the absence of peppermint teas, retrain peppermint-expectant brain to accept green tea, glance out of window), the sun has completely left the back yard.
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