Picking up my boots... Going back to my roots

Even I find living with me annoying.  There are boots, shoes, slippers in every room.  

I had a trip to the dentist for a root canal treatment.  I wasn't looking forward to it much but then I was asked to read an information sheet and agree to the terms and I nearly ran out crying.  The dental nurse asked if I wanted the picture on the ceiling changed as I'd be looking at it 'for quite a while'.   In the end, the procedure took about 25 mins and was nowhere near as dreadful as I'd expected. 

In other news, we went to the cinema in the evening to see Dune.  Very disappointing, not about a shoe shop at all.