I love shoes. Perhaps a little too much, but I really do love them. My father loved shoes and continues to admire mine, now that he has fallen inoxorably into the gaping chasm of 'comfortable' leisure footwear.Later he made me laugh out loud with this comment:
For seven months I have been looking for a new pair of black shoes. Seven months. I have bought houses more quickly.I'd like to go shopping with this man. We seem to move at the same pace when it comes to making decisions.
OK, I'm going back to munching my toast now, but wait, here's a bit about Virginia Wade, which reminds me of one of my most embarrasing foot-in-mouth moments ever. I was introduced to her at a lunch once and before I could stop myself, gushed, 'It's like meeting history.' She was less than amused, but let me just read this bit out from ... oh, you've gone.