Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Catch up

I'm not proving too good at getting back to this blogging lark.  But it does play on my conscience, if that is of any help.  I have a cuppla stories to relate.
I finally have a pair of Crocs.
Sarah, who does not like to have her photo taken, was very pleased:  'Now you can get a different pattern on your feet'.
Not yet though.
The real reason I have wanted Crocs is that David and Frances in St Davids swear by them and live in them.  There was a memorable morning when I followed Frances around the cliff tops to fetch the Sunday paper and, the path being narrow and requiring concentration, France's Crocs and swishing skirt imprinted on my brain.  So now I've got a pair for my own cliff walks.
It's not Caerfai but it is very, very beautiful.
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3 comments:

  1. BJD28 January 2016 at 14:16

    Conscience? Regret rien, as a good mate of ours might say, no doubt, more eloquently. Beautiful indeed, even the (not midnight swim) tootsies

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  2. Maggie28 January 2016 at 16:28

    Oui, je ne regrette rien (or something like that, thanks CKB). The feet are somewhat Miss Piggyish and waiting for their Easter makeover - very likely Midnight Swim.

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  3. Maggie28 January 2016 at 16:28

    Oui, je ne regrette rien (or something like that, thanks CKB). The feet are somewhat Miss Piggyish and waiting for their Easter makeover - very likely Midnight Swim.

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