Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
Aren't they just adorable slipper dippers?
With wings on their heels they arrived this afternoon.
We have the most wonderful shop in Tunbridge Wells called Shoon.
It sells shoes.
To call it a shoe shop sort of misses the point, although in fairness it does mainly sell footwear.
My feet aren't my best feature, well to be honest I'm beggered if I know what is?
Anyhow last year from this wonderful emporium I bought some Wolky sandals and everywhere I went people would stop me on the street. Sitting outside pavement cafes from Camden to Cleethorpes folk would walk on by, only to retrace their steps to feast their eyes on my tootsies.
"Excuse me!" I knew what was coming next.
"I hope you don't mind me asking but where did you get those shoes?"
Like the Pied blooming Piper I trolled along with folk falling at my feet (slight exaggeration!)
Who was I to grumble, I ask you?
Yesterday I thought I'd better bob in to Shoon and see what new seasons excitements await my public this summer.
In the sale, these adorable slippers were awaiting my pleasure. Trouble was, the only pair in the shop was a size 3. After drying my eyes, the very kind lady said that she would phone to see if their other shop in the Royal spa town of Leamington Spa had a pair in my size.
They did; and can you believe that less than 24 hours later my feet are shod in velvet, purple at that!