After 50 hours of work this week, half of those on seriously painful feet, and getting all my laundry done today...I'm chillin' at b-dubs. Wings, beer and trivia. It's the simple things, ya know?

I'm sure I've shared this story before, but for the benefit of any latecomers...
When I was at school our English textbook had an exercise showing how italics worked and how stressing a certain word changed the meaning of a sentence.

The sentence they chose was "I like your red shoes".
This passed into (schoolgirl humour) legend for my friends and me, but I'm sure it has affected my brain. Infected it, if you like. Because I always like red shoes.

Went to the carboot sale today.
Managed to get there at the time the independent sellers were facing a weary trek home with unsold items, so were selling at silly prices.
I bought a pair of red shoes for 50p.
Leather.
And leather lined with "comfort soles".
They're the sort of shoes my Mum has in her expensive shoe catalogues. Probably cost £40+ new. And from the soles they can only have been worn once or twice outside.

FIFTY PENCE!
They bridge the gap between flip-flops and rainy day shoes perfectly.
I can climb Jacobs Ladder in these shoes.

Say it with me now:
I like your red shoes.

I do like your red shoes. Do you have Pete the Cat in the UK?

Never seen or heard that before, thank you!
But as I'm not as sanguine as Pete I shall be looking out for large piles of... anything.

pink shoes! you go!:)

Found my shoes online. £25. So I over-inflated their price earlier, but it's still a massive win as far as I'm concerned; I could never justify spending that amount on new shoes these days.

Massive win, indeed!

I like your red shoes too. They look comfy and stylish.

:yesnod:

I have something to look forward to when I get back from Arran.
This is necessary, as it turns out I deal as badly with happiness as I do with disappointment; both tend to lead to a "crash" - a period of despair and depression, which varies in length and intensity.

I am learning (self-taught) to control my emotional barometer to an extent, but I've found a useful tool is having a little treat after a big one ;)

I'm going on a walk on 4 July, with a buffet after.
It's all booked and paid for, and it should be a good sociable evening. It's not a guided tour, just a walk with a guide to keep us on the right track, so it shouldn't disappoint like the Leeds Walk did. And it's all in Otley, ending up very close to my flat.

And I thought the name would appeal to y'all:
Yankee Doodle Dawdle + Star Spangled Social

That sounds like it will be fun.

What an excellent idea!

I would avoid the macaroni at the buffet, I'm just sayin'.

My girls crushed it academically this semester. Lil' Griff aced neuro-science and is starting to see a career path. :)

Cooll!