I went for a walk at lunch time today. It's a shame that lunch times are short because the weather was gorgeous and those trees that weren't in full blossom are already budding into spring foliage. Lost in conversation, and delight at having the opportunity to mentally link together roads that had previously existed miles apart from each other in my imagination, I managed to forget just how much my shoes were killing me.
I tend to wear sensible shoes for driving, but enjoy wearing heels in the office. I am only 5'4", so the extra few inches is usually a bonus when it comes to things such as spotting colleagues hiding at the other end of the building. I love high heeled shoes and have quite a collection of them; I can't actually walk in all of them for more than a few paces, but I don't care. It's probably not healthy, and I should probably get help, but oh how beautiful my deep red suede sandals with 6" heels are. One day I will even dance in them. But I must learn to walk properly in them first.
I digress.
Heels + urban hiking = much pain and wrecked shoes. Also funny looks from colleagues whilst hobbling a bit when doing the coffee round.
Still, my feet will fix themselves, I can get the shoes mended, and I'm quite convinced that nothing I do would surprise my colleagues any more. Besides; it was worth it for finding somewhere new to go for a stroll.
T came home early to look after B as we had no childcare for him this afternoon. I think they both enjoyed themselves though T did have to get some work done too. In fact, he has now been doing it all evening, and is still not finished.
We had a dinner of cod florentine, oven baked curried celeriac chips, and peas. I forget how much I love celeriac in between having it! Hopefully I will have some success with it on the allotment later in the year - tomorrow, I'd like to do some digging if I can find someone to watch B for a while.
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