Sandals are great things; light, comfortable, easily thrown on, don't fill with sand, save on washing socks, mind you she says I do that anyway. Change socks when they go to holes...
Sandals are a symbol of summer, you know the summer is here when I get my sandals out; when I casually walk across the grass fields. There is something nice and light and free.
So tomorrow I go into trainers, it might well just be the start of september but the fire is lit in the living room another of our annual rituals.
Time for trainers, boots come next.
Stess is getting us both now, she has retired to the bath and I am siting here contemplating the corkscrew.
I will be glad to get this house selling done.
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