The fit flop boots have arrived.
And despite myself I screeched with excitement as I spotted the parcel when I came in to the house.
What’s that? asked teenwolf
My fit flop boots. I said ripping off the paper to reveal a big red box. At this point another squeal escaped as I flipped the top of the box open and saw them
‘Wow’ I gasped
‘God they are horrible’ said the hormonal cowboy
‘No they’re not’ I said clutching one of them to my heaving chest
‘Yeh Mum they are ‘he said looking at me for ‘an acknowledgment that what he said was the truth.
‘Yeh OK they have a touch of the surgical boot about them’ I conceded ‘but you know what?’
‘No’ he said peering at me from the depths of his fringe
‘I love them’
‘Mum you have lost it’
‘No I haven’t. So they may not be the most beautiful things on the planet but I bet they’re…….. comfortable’.
OH MY GOD I HAVE PURCHASED AND AM EXCITED ABOUT COMFORTABLE SHOES
At this point teenwolf shook his head and retreated.
I would have done the same in his shoes but I’m not in his shoes I am in my fit flop boots and they – unlike me apparently -rock!