The Red Shoes

Very very busy day today. I'd missed a delivery during our weekend away so we headed off to the local post office to pick it up. It's an odd post office, heralded by no sign that anyone can discern. You have to be buzzed in the door and it looks more like an insurance office than anything else. It's also incorrectly indicated on the national post office website here, so we had a slightly fruitless half hour looking for it up some little road on the other side of an enormously long traffic light.

And all this before Mr B's coffee. I wasn't popular.

Anyway, finally we got our package: two pairs of on sale crocs for me and some of those odd little things you put on crocs to decorate them for the kids. I'd always turned my back on crocs as, although comfortable, they didn't suit me. I have quite big feet (UK size 8) and the wrong kind of shoes just make me look like I've attached a couple of boats to my feet.

I was very happy then to discover that crocs do sandals and all sorts (boots too - even furry ones) so bought a pair of lovely flip flops and these red red red shoes.

So comfy.

And they are so grippy that they even come with a warning and instructions on how to use them on escalators.

So, I'm guessing that doesn't sound like a very busy day. We also went to buy wine. Well, it was hot - it felt like a full day.

Late posting tonight as I've just come downstairs from a long Q&A session with the kids after story time. We're reading a story about evacuees in the war, which kicked off the questions:

What's an Anderson shelter?
Why were people dropping bombs?
How did they get the bombs out of the aeroplane?
What if the bomb blew up in the aeroplane?
What if a bomb landed on our house right now?
Who will be the mammy when I have babies? (No, I didn't get the lateral jump there either.)
Can Daddy be my baby?
How will I know if he's nice enough to marry?
Why can't I marry Owen? (From my son. Am I bad parent for not being ready to get into all that with a 4 yr old...)

I remember with fondness the days when the hardest questions I'd be asked were:

How quickly can I get this through competition procedures in Europe?

(or later that evening)

Red or white Madam?

(Red, please.)