Some considerable time ago, like June last year, Hubby and I bought ourselves some clogs for less than four quid from one of the local supermarkets.
He was able to get himself a second pair for even less a few months later, though they didn’t have any more in my size.
Although literally ‘cheapies’, I got more than my money’s worth as they were great to slip on with or without socks, especially if I was just nipping up to the loo or to have a shower. As with all good things, they had to come to an end, and having a little prod with my finger the other day, the sponginess of the sole was not good, so they had a first class ticket to Cloggy Land where all the good clogs go.
Having seen rows and rows of these things in the shop in the High Street for months, I merrily trotted in yesterday for replacements only to find boots, boots or even boots which were not at all suitable for slipping on my feet with minimal effort.
Besides, I already have a pair of zip boots plus my wellies, and of course my faithful trainers. However, these all have to be worn with socks, and it can be a bit of a game doing my Cinderella bit, especially if I’m in a hurry.
So today, we decided to go shopping for slip ons in one of the major towns a little further afield than normal.
We found somewhere to park in close proximity to where we wanted to go, so whilst Hubby was walking the dog to the green for the post journey wee, I went into one of the two shops we were interested in to have a look.
Boots, half boots, shoes, slippers, and aha………. nursing mules similar to those I wore in the office many moons ago which I lived in. So much so, they ended up walking to the bin on their own after months without anything other than my skin next to the inner liining.
There was only one sales assistant and three customers other than myself, so picking up a shoe in readiness to ask for my size, I patiently waited my turn.
This lady was on the ball, as going to the store room to get her customer a larger size, she asked me what size I wanted as she’d get it at the same time. What a contrast to the Sports Shop with several staff and no-one wanting to make a sale!
Less than five minutes later she came back with several boxes, handing one to me with an apology that they only had the one pair in the smaller of the two sizes I’d asked for, but she’d be happy to order the larger if need be.
I tried them on, padded up and down in the shop, and they were perfect.
Before the other customer had got her big toe in her own choice, I made my way to the counter, card in hand.
OK, they were a bit more expensive than what I’d wanted to pay, but for someone like me who hates to shop for shoes (or clothes for that matter), finding something that fits and is comfortable is a done deal with no messing about.
Whilst I was padding, I’d had a call from MSM asking if Hubby could come and sort her boiler out. She’d been twiddling with the knobs to reset the timer and had messed it up. Being unable to un-mess it, would he be able to come up and set it for her please? I said we were out in town at the moment, but would drop in on the way home if that was OK.
She said that would be great, and she’d see us later.
You may recall at the end of my first twelve week course with SW, we were going to treat ourselves to a steak dinner if I achieved the target I’d set myself.
Well, as the restaurant where we’d had our anniversary/my birthday dinner was just down the road, we decided to celebrate today.
At 11.15, we were too early for dinner and didn’t want a cooked breakfast, so took the dog down to the canal for a walk.
The last time we were there I was on sticks, so it gives you an idea of how often we go!
We re-parked in the same spot exactly an hour later, went in and were given a table by the window, so we could keep an eye on Maggie in the car.
Although we had enjoyed our steaks way back in May, neither of us fancied one today, so opted for their £7.99 Early Bird menu, having a main course plus either a starter or dessert.
The salad bar is unlimited, so we loaded our bowls and munched our way through some crisp lettuce, tomatoes and other goodies whilst waiting for the breaded mushrooms to arrive, which we shared rather than have one starter each.
Our main course was gammon, mine with pineapple, Hubby’s with an egg, served with tomato, flat mushroom and chips (I left half of mine to leave room for dessert).
My ice cream with toffee sauce was included in the price, but for an extra £2, Hubby had one too but with chocolate sauce instead.
Both of us had cut a little piece off our gammon for Maggie who hoovered my handbag within an inch of its life as soon as I got in the car!
We’d had a positive trip to the dentist yesterday only requiring the basics, so our next appointment isn’t until April now.
With everything else going on at the moment, a little bit of self indulgence won’t go amiss.