Shoe slut

Really, really, really pissed off at the weekend, when i annihilated my favourite pair of sandals whilst out walking round a pretty naff rugby club “Its a Knockout” afternoon in Stamford.

Like: it had a glossy leaflet, promising all manner of stuff, including games for the kids and a craft stall. The boy was very enthusastic about going. So we went. Except it was revoltingly windy, which meant hair blown to bits the moment i stepped out of the car and, head down, i didn’t notice that the car park had a door step or lintel or something equally stupid (i mean, who lays down a plank of wood in the middle of an open field just for you to step over?).

only, i didn’t step over. I clunked it full on with my foot, ripping the leather strap totally out of the sandal base.

Nope: no tears (though given the current ups and downs, that’s an achievement). But it didn’t do my mood any favours. Nor did it help that the glossy leaflet lied. The afternoon event seemed to consist mostly of beefy men (and women) bouncing up and down on bouncy things or hurling water-soaked sponges at one another.

Ugh!

If there was a craft stall, they kept it well hidden. As for things to do for kids, there was a bouncy slide. And, er, that was that.

The highpoint, such as it was, was andrea’s encounter with two mutant dogs. They were “chugs” – or the answer to the question: “what do you get when you cross a pug with a chihuahua?”

According to the breeder site, they are also known as “pugwawas”. Sick!

Below is an artist’s impression of what these beasts look like:

Anyway. So much for the afternoon. We then limped off to find an ice cream parlour – which turned out not to have any ice cream on account of it being too windy. Huh? So we wound up at about the only place that was open and could provide the boy with ice cream – McDonald’s – where all the time muttering darkly under her breath, andrea consumed a large chicken thing, a large portion of chips and something chocolatey.

She hates McDonalds, which of course is why she ate it all up! To prevent them recycling the content into anyone else’s food.

Still, its an ill wind, as they say…

…and whilst i’m still pissed at losing those particular sandals, the disaster has forced me to chase up Long Tall Sally, who have been failing to send me catalogues for a while, and purchase some new sandals. Did i ever mention i quite like bling! 🙂

The catalogue thing, apparently, happened, because they had me down twice and kept sending me two catalogues. So i told them, they marked my record as “duplicate”, and promptly started sending not ONE, but ZERO catalogues.

D’oh! Something tells me they need a better system.

Still, here are the sandals. And i might just return to the page to pick up something more thongy later in the season.

jane
xx

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