This prompts me to ponder, do other people NEVER find themselves out with only one shoe on?
Seriously - I need to know.
You see this latest debacle is only the latest in a long history of shoe-shockers. Off the top of my head others have included:
1. Waking up at party when I was 16 (and had learned the hard way that Bacardi is of a slightly higher proof than Strongbow, if you drink it neat that is) to find that one of my Dr Martens was missing (this was in the era when DMs and stripy tights were considered 'current'. Or maybe that was just in Somerset?). I ended up going to college wearing an old man's slip on loafer (complete with tassles). I can still remember my Geography teacher's concern and questioning about the ability of my parents to raise me. That was the last time my parents ever got to hear about parent's evening.....
2. Walking across an air-field at 8.5 months pregnant only for one of my mules to snap. The only other footwear I had available was a pair of zip up leather boots with a 5 inch stiletto heel and very pointy toes which were in the boot of the car (like some kind of memento from the days I 'had a life'). I couldn't actually zip them over my balloon-like pregnant ankles and I must have looked a more than interesting sight as I tottered about in them for the rest of the (boiling hot) day with a pair of open boots flapping round my calves and a enormous stomach jiggling about. Foxy....
3. The day I went to the seaside and walked all the way out to the sea (anyone who knows the Bristol Channel will understand that this was not a short walk - more like a Half Marathon) only for my sandal to disintegrate. If I close my eyes now and think about the sea I can still recall the pain of broken limpet shells piercing my skin.
4. The day I took my son swimming and, half way there, my slip on mule flew off and landed in the middle of the road. I ended up retrieving it and having to queue up at Tesco customer services before asking them to staple it back together so I could go swimming..... They did do it but only because I think they feared for their lives.
and finally.....
5. The day my flip flop snapped whilst walking to my son's first ever parent's evening. There's not a lot you can do about a snapped flip flop. Every time you raise your foot it just stays on the pavement. And this is how I ended up sat in front of his teacher, on one of those tiny little nursery chairs, smiling sweetly and praying she didn't ask why I was wearing my best frock and only wearing one shoe.......
Do I just buy immensely crap shoes? Or is does this have a deeper meaning?
Thoughts.
