leg less

Dan came home in the early hours of Sunday morning, evidently tip-toeing his way through the house.  His shoes seem reluctant to follow - still standing in the doorway where he left them.  

(I’ve given up trying to work out why they’re engaged in a balancing act.  Perhaps the right one climbed up on top of the left one for a bet and is now too scared to come down.  It happens.)

I’m not moving them and Anniemay’s not moving them either - she wants to see how long they’ll stay balanced.

Dan eventually tripped over them this morning.  But not before I blipped them.