Just one I'd forgotten to publish. It can't be for walking in, it's just a work of art and look at the single thorn on the heel to compliment the rose theme. It's Bruno again, designing for Roger Vivier. I think to keep it on you'd have to get some polident for the feet, just like keeping dentures from falling on the footpath.
I'm really tired. How tired? I walked into the kitchen and had to think hard about what I'd just eaten for tea.
Mother has her new Homeyped dusty rose slippers, size 12. I was a bit dodgy about the 12 but with the arthritis her feet are very swollen in the joints and the size was just right. Sight of the day was Ma trying to lift her foot to show the other ladies how pretty they were. Pretty like the above, not quite, more like the QEII docking in the wheel chair.
So that's two days out in a row. One more bag full of odments to take down there and then I'm removing myself from her sight for one whole week. The slave is breaking the chains. Freedom is so hard to get used to and I'm the only one who knows where everything is in the house but the last is packed including the rolling pin for the activities sessions. She was hinting how much they need a food processor, did I need mine, bloody hell, yes.
My house is full of her house and I need to separate the two but first I'd like a whole day in bed with the sun streaming in and chocolate to eat and books to read. Three out of four is possible since I'm half way through the chocolate and it's not going to last until tomorrow.
Two relo's have dropped off the twig in the past fortnight. Ma said if she hadn't been somewhere nice, it could have been her.
Nothing - I'm saying nothing - Nothing.