Nonsense

I'm working on the basis that the internet is huge and this is just a little bit of it, and that more or less nobody reads it, so I can write whatever nonsense I feel like. 

Anyway: about my shoes.  The last couple of years have involved much ado about shoes, and their whereabouts.  The variables are:  brown or black, at home or at work, tidy or less tidy and the right shoes are always in the wrong place.  Today's issue was leaving this meeting having decided to walk, but in shoes (black) that were available at home, tidy on top but worn out and leaky on the bottom.  So I got home with nostalgia-inducing wet socks and blistery heels.