Voyeur. One who looks.
And how could I not be, when this is the view I have.
My lovely neighbour is pushing 70. And lives with her son. Even though we now have blinds, this is our view. Go figure?
Because I spend so many hours in the kitchen, occasionally I see odd things. And obviously I am to be punished. It would seem that I am destined for ugly footwear like these abominations.
Aren't these just so special. Long hours, cooking fancy treats such as rabbit rillettes, have damaged my feet.
I am hobbling around at the moment as I have developed foot spurs and refuse to wear shoes such as those above. A recent trip to the special shoes shop (wearing converses that were deeply frowned at) had me running (okay, limping) out in horror. Did you know that custom orthotics cost $600???? Included in that is a pair of shoes. And they all looked like those.
This is what I would rather spend $600 on. If I had it.
A soft underfoot, freckle rug that the pup would probably destroy in a day.
Why can't my health fund cover this?