Boots!

We bought some boots.

"More boots? Don't you already have black suede chukkas, blue suede chukkas, cream suede with heels, flat red suede over the knee, black Victorian style lace-ups (which you got married in), flat black leather biker cum cavalier with green suede lining, and a mid-height black leather pair that blister your heels?"

Guilty as charged. But they were in a sale and only cost £17.50 from Jones the Bootmakers (whom we regard as very posh). They aren't like any others we own.

You see, they're pink suede with pointed toes and the narrowest heels with a slight flaring out at the bottom, and a pale brown leather collar to pad the top edge, and antiqued metal eyes all the way up the front (ten pairs in all: that's a lot of ironwork!).

We passed them on the way into town, Looby Loo and I (yup, we were doing girly shopping which probably explains it all), and stared longingly where they were in the window with the unbelievable price tag. Coming back, we went in to see if there were other bargains, having already decided that they looked too big, and they were the only pair like that. We almost left, but we stopped and asked a very nice man what size they were. Fate, or something, intervened, and they were our size. We tried them on and wobbled, but Looby Loo assured us that we'd get used to them. (It's a hoot shopping with a five-years-going-on-very-grown-up girl.) We considered for almost no time at all and caved in.

When we break our ankles in them, remind us we bought them on Friday 13th, after we'd deliberately walked under a ladder... twice.

Hah! We've now more boots than days of the week!