These are my old gym shoes. Yes a tad (a tad, get real Karon, this is not 'a tad', but I just love that term 'a tad') scruffy and extremely smelly.
It is a sad position in life when one is envious of a pair of old shoes. But, dear reader I must report that those scruffy old shoes are enjoying the life I want so much, they are living in France.
Okay, before M fires off a witty aside in my comments column about exactly 'where' they live in France, I shall admit to you that they live outdoors in that fair country. They cannot live indoors because I used them last year for mucking out the stables and they never quite got over it. They were so effected by this that they maintained the nasty whiff of a gents urinal (I'm only guessing on this one!) wherever one stepped. Especially noticeable on a warm day, kneel down and you could be knocked out by your own gym shoes.
But there they sit outside, majestically placed on an upturned log beside the wood pile. I visit them as often as possible, I admire the shabby lived in look that the French outdoors is giving them. They are used when I get there – only outdoors tho' , remember they do have a bit of a personal hygiene issue - and when I leave they return to their regal position by the wood pile.
Just looking at their silly photo transports me to a very special place indeed. A real case of jogging the memories on all fronts. Not only can I see them, I can feel myself wearing them, and oh boy I can smell the damn things……
Thanks for all those wonderful comments yesterday. Between you, you have pushed me, shoved me and hauled me back on to the HE (healthy eating) wagon.