It was one of those days when we just didn’t know what to do with ourselves. In England, it would probably have been raining outside. Here in Gulf Town, it was about 50 degrees, and no way were we going out for a walk.
So we got the laundry basket and filled it with shoes.
And lined them up…
… all the way down the hall. Sandydad’s shoes go a long way.
Then we counted them (there were 26) and then we put them back on the shelf. Dustyfeet demonstrated that she can shelve shoes much more tidily than Sandydad and I tend to.
For those who were wondering, the distribution of shoes between owners was fairly stereotypical. I had six, Sandydad had four (plus the pair he wore to work that day) and Dustyfeet had three. Now, is six pairs of shoes enough for a woman who is married to a man who has five?