Naked feet and the news
I’ve decided to forego the shoes today. I got up early, feeling a little seedy as a result of too many Fly Buys Coolers last night. And I did wear shoes – but they were a repeat of shoes I’ve already worn this month.
So now it’s Saturday night, I’m exhausted from running around in my repeat shoes all day, and I find myself curled up in my armchair, barefoot, watching the news.
How the heck did that happen? I NEVER used to stay home on Saturday night! Yet tonight, I turned down a very civilised dinner invitation to have cup noodles in my pyjamas in front of the flat screen. Sheesh. Middle age! But at least there’s naked feet on display right?
Well if that doesn’t pull in the foot fanciers, I don’t know what will!