I’m doomed…

I cannot believe that Tony has just talked me into buying a pair of training shoes! I’ve never owned a pair in my life and just cannot bear them: they look so clumpy and horrible – just not me at all………….

Except I’m now clumpy too and at an age where its not sensible to do the amount of walking I do, wearing the footwear I have been wearing – and my knees and hips are testament to this!

So, though I’m more Strictly than Sporty, I’ve ‘spiced ‘ up our walks with a ‘proper pair’ of shoes and just climbed the hills above Peyia with Tony and the dogs, to try out the offending footwear.

Got to admit they are VERY comfortable but I couldn’t really have done without the huge neon lit sign, protruding from the skies and pointing to my BRIGHT white shoes, emphasising their newness and ugliness…….

I’ve come home, kicked them off while I process the bookings for our rented holiday villas in Coral Bay – and tragically Barney T Rubble has run off with one and is chewing it!

There is a dog after all!