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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.
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