Andy's cred was intact. He got as far as his garage before it rained and he decided not to bother. Me? Well, it was touch and go as to whether I'd be going due to my workload, but perhaps I was a little too keen to send that text. Still, it's all water under the bridge. I didn't go, nor did Andy. We'll resume again next week.
|RAF Parade Shoes - nothing like mine, which I bought at Clark's.|
Talking of that foot injury. I went to seek out a new pair of shoes yesterday and discovered in the process that, for many years, probably since I joined adulthood, I've been wearing a size 44 (size 10) when I should have been wearing, wait for it, a size eight and a half! How can that be? It's true, though, and I'm now the proud owner of a new and smaller pair of shoes.
Better hit the sack. The foot, by the way, is much better. I can walk again, put it that way.