Same feet, new boots

Just looking at them hurts my feet

I’m sat on the settee balancing my MacBook on one of Mrs B’s new cushions with two impatient panting spaniels directly to my right side, lying resplendently in the Friday afternoon sunshine; Öve under my elbow, soon to be eight years old and rather needy; quietly surveying the scene; his five year old naughty nephew Malmö intermittently lying parallel to him but alighting the scene every 15 seconds to check the cat flap for any invading cats before re-circling the room, returning to his battle station and resuming an extremely annoying but excited panting noise.

They want to go out, of course we have just been out, but that does not stop them wanting to go out again, and again….

Anyhow, we are not going anywhere, not with these on my feet.

The sun shines in powerfully through the conservatory roof; more of a glass lean-to really, a bit of wall and some double doors to the patio; you think you are outside but you know from the warmth you are definately not.

Slouching on the sofa, looking up through the four long slanting glass panels, the deep blue of the late March sky slithers by with occasional white puffy clouds moving from left to right and disappearing behind the bathroom gable end as if the sky was actually static and the house was moving in a linear southerly direction away from wherever it is the clouds are disappearing off to; where is that, somewhere over Leeming or Northallerton?

Outside the world has gone mad, earthquakes have devastated lives, countries are not speaking to each other as leaders rewrite the history books and pension funds go up and down as fast as they can follow it all; but looking at the totally quiet garden, all I can detect is the gentle swaying of daffodils, the waggling of the still-empty branches and a hint of green shoots from flowers of many colours across the patio of Potts, bathed in sunlight.

There’s nothing happening here, nothing at all.

in fact if you close your eyes and take a moment to reflect and really listen to the inner rhythm of your mind, there is nothing going to happen for quite a while.

Just a disappearing car, the slow moving wind carrying the exhaust note across the gardens, the swish of trees and a very, very distant aeroplane moving across the sky.

Back in the lean-to, an eery calm punctuated only by the tapping of the keyboard and the human/paleo white noise of nasal hair, panting and wheezing (mainly dogs but I am contributing a little too I suspect).

Moving from my mind, down the body to more conscious attachments, the feet continue to throb, especially the left one.

Same feet, new boots.

A wiggle of the toes, an arching of the soles and a side to side twist of the ankle, occasionally repeating and recording those important data points; each cycle feeling the wondrous fibres of the (new) M&S Autograph black merino wool socks.

Having wrestled and writhed around on all fours for what seemed an eternity with the extra long shoe horn and a lot of swearing; they are on, and they will be staying on for the duration of the afternoon (or until Mrs B comes home and helps pull them off)

This must be the third or fourth day of wearing them indoors, considering they were a generous Christmas present, I had better get a move on - one short outdoor excursion out for dinner two Friday’s ago is all they can claim as real-life events; that’s not good enough; I’m not making the most of these beautiful creatures; not am I saying thank-you enough to the beautiful person who chose them for me.

That’s it, the buck stops here; I’m wearing them all day and all night going forward; these are autumnal boots that won’t be back in season for months if I don’t get on with it and get them bloody well worn in.

In the scheme of things, you have so much to be thankful for, so much to be positive about; you can still get up, put on your boots and go outside right now to make a difference.

You Can Do Anything.

These boys are a real help too.

Same colour, come as a pair, bloody expensive and hard work to train; but once they are working and functioning as they were designed to do, then they are your best friends for the rest of your life and most likely will become permanently attached to you from the hip

Öve and Malmö?

No, Russell and Bromley

Have a great weekend

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