Shoe Shining...

Was cleaning Dave's work shoes today. I actually enjoy shoe shining. A nice feeling about making something dirty clean again. It also reminds me of my Grandad. He taught me how to shine shoes. One thing he always had was shiny shoes - I think it went back to his army days, although he was an immaculate man in every sense of his appearance.

Grandad had an old tin box with his polish brushes and cloths. I always remember him sitting on a dining room chair in their living-room laying a cloth taking the polish applying with the brush and then using a bit of spit and elbow grease to get the perfect finish. I think I tried it when I got home with every pair of shoes in the house and got polish all over my Mum's kitchen floor! I think Dad had to sort the mess out as per usual! Sorry Dad!

Nice memories, funny how something so simple can make you miss someone so much Xx