Problem solved

For months and months and months there has been much swearing and tutting in the LookSeeClick household as myself and Rol either have had to lay on the floor and stretch our arms to recover shoes that have hidden as far as possible underneath the wardrobe or have made a bid for freedom from underneath the wardrobe and sneaked out trying to trip us up as we make our way across the (small) dining room to the (small) kitchen.

Wardrobe? Dining room? Yes. We have a lovely Victorian wardrobe in our dining room that came from Roland's mother's house when she died. It's too big to go up the stairs so it lives in our dining room.

At the weekend we decided enough was enough so, at the suggestion of a friend, we decided to place each pair of shoes on one of the stairs. It proved to be a potential death trap, particularly as Roland's shoes are size 12.

Sunday night we thought we had a poltergeist, there was such a racket. It was just the cats having a play. Throwing shoes down the stairs.

Cycling in to work this morning I had a brainwave. We are storing a book case which belongs to Roland's brother. It doesn't have books on it. It now has shoes. Problem solved.

The only other pairs of shoes in the household are:
1 pair of co-respondent style dress shoes (Roland)
1 pair of work boots (Roland)
2 pairs of Birkenstocks (1 pair each, me and Roland)
1 pair of biker-style boots (me)
1 pair of trainers (me)
2 pairs of slippers (1 pair each, me and Roland)

These all live under the bed or in the bottom of the wardrobe.