Foot/Shoes/Slippers

The gorgeous one Miss C-B asked 
while we were standing in a long line at a museum

"Nonna why are you wearing slippers while you're out?"

Cringe worthy

 as dozens of people stared at my feet.

Thought I might have got away with it.

Out of the mouths of Babes ....... the truth.

It was the time of the year when
 I should have been painting the Patio,

instead was playing at being her indoors.

We were sitting out on the Patio with some friends,

enjoying a rare balmy night.
One of the few here inTassie.

In my mind I was a care free, shoe free Gypsy, 

not a geriatric.

As I care freed, shoed freed and gypsied my way around

 banged my foot, well parted my toes on the corner of a table.

Geez

it hurt but carried on.

Only when I got upstairs in good light, 

found my foot swollen and as black as the ace of spades.

Amazing how good grog is at numbing the pain.

The next day had to sit with my foot up, and the next day and the next..............

So I became her indoors.

Milked it for all it was worth.

Shoes were out of the question even though I was mobile again

Exhibit A
 not the dodgy foot but the slippers  shoes I had to use.

For now its the good old uggies a warming whisky and a cozy fire.

xDee



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