Happiness is box-shaped.
In the midst of all my angsty rambling last week, a ray of sunlight shone through the gloom. Having whined previously about not being able to get any anywhere, I had resigned myself to never laying my hands on a pair. However, I hadn't bargained for the tenacity and just-plain-sneakiness of the Other Half. Unbeknownst to me he went poking around on eBay and found the beautiful specimens you see before you. They were meant to be a surprise but he was so excited that he told me the minute he bought them. So that's now three pairs of shoes he's bought me. Could life be any better? Having spent my married life buying shoes only to sneak them to the back of the wardrobe for a few weeks before wearing them for the first time and tutting that I'd had them for ages, god, do you never notice anything about me, having an Other Half who in addition to being everything I never thought I'd have actually buys me shoes still freaks me out a little bit. Not as much as his encylopaedic knowledge of music, his love of processed food and his eerie tidiness obviously, but a bit.
In other news, I have no other news. Carry on.