Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 26)
Discussion
TT Revelation of the Day
Contrary to popular opinion I do not wear tartan slippers, I prefer leather slippers. Last Christmas my younger step daughter bought me a very nice pair of leather slippers which, when I opened my present, turned out to be half a size too big. I've been size nine for decades so, not wishing to make a fuss, I put them on immediately to start the lengthy process of breaking them in. Some hours later there was much shrieking and caterwauling as present giver and her mother suddenly observed I was wearing them. Somehow in the hubbub of present giving my gratitude had been lost and the whole opening, putting on and wearing of the slippers had escaped noticed. They were apparently bought as the only ones available and were to be taken back after Christmas and exchanged for a pair the correct size. I was, needless to say, a dunderhead for not realising this. Had I consumed less alcohol at the time of present opening I may have been able to devise such a scheme for myself. But I didn't. "Don't worry," I said breezily, "I'll just pop in a pair of insoles and they'll be fine."
The insoles have not been a success however. It is now August. Having used the printed outlines to cut out the required size and inserted the now trimmed insoles into my slippers I was disappointed to discover that they were hot, they stuck to my feet and tended to be withdrawn with my feet as I took my slippers off. They also looked untidy with the smaller feet outlines printed on them were clearly visible.
Today, in a moment of crystal clear insight, I took the offending insoles out, turned them over and returned each to the other slipper.
Bliss.
And so easily attained when you know how.
Contrary to popular opinion I do not wear tartan slippers, I prefer leather slippers. Last Christmas my younger step daughter bought me a very nice pair of leather slippers which, when I opened my present, turned out to be half a size too big. I've been size nine for decades so, not wishing to make a fuss, I put them on immediately to start the lengthy process of breaking them in. Some hours later there was much shrieking and caterwauling as present giver and her mother suddenly observed I was wearing them. Somehow in the hubbub of present giving my gratitude had been lost and the whole opening, putting on and wearing of the slippers had escaped noticed. They were apparently bought as the only ones available and were to be taken back after Christmas and exchanged for a pair the correct size. I was, needless to say, a dunderhead for not realising this. Had I consumed less alcohol at the time of present opening I may have been able to devise such a scheme for myself. But I didn't. "Don't worry," I said breezily, "I'll just pop in a pair of insoles and they'll be fine."
The insoles have not been a success however. It is now August. Having used the printed outlines to cut out the required size and inserted the now trimmed insoles into my slippers I was disappointed to discover that they were hot, they stuck to my feet and tended to be withdrawn with my feet as I took my slippers off. They also looked untidy with the smaller feet outlines printed on them were clearly visible.
Today, in a moment of crystal clear insight, I took the offending insoles out, turned them over and returned each to the other slipper.
Bliss.
And so easily attained when you know how.
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