Lost Shoes

I had fun this morning thinking over various storylines behind this pair of shoes, left neatly next to the pavement.

Sitting on the steps in the evening sun, enjoying a wee glass of red, letting the tootsies out for some fresh air, another wee glass or two, some friendly chat with passersby, oops the bottles gone, just nip upstairs for another, the phone goes and settle down for the day's gossip, time for bed.

Wearing the latest shopping success for the first time, stepping out proudly to work, hobbling home in agony, can't possibly make it up the stairs, shoes off, never want to see them again, there are a dozen charity shops in walking distance but these blisters are murder, just leave them and they'll find a new home.

I could go on but (mercifully for any reader) that's enough!

I'll focus on the footie now, Germany are 1 up! I'll be rooting for Columbia later.