April fool

The day dawned clear and dull and overcast. It was threatening rain and all sorts of Easter goodness. Inside though, everything was rosier. Why you may be wondering was there all this happiness? Well He said he would take one to the Easter sales to embark on the great boot hunt. Now that people right there is twoo love. Any man who offers to take you shoe shopping at sale time is a keeper J

Actually one had managed to pick up a pair of sexy boots yesterday. They were just the perfect length so they hit above the calf but not just under the knee... boot selection is a fraught thing when you are under 5"4' (162.5). The world caters to the giraffes in our midst, but not those with less gifted genes. And it did spark an interesting debate as to what makes a sexy boot...

See for one small slave it was the finish which was a worn suede. They looked loved and beaten up, like they had sloshed through too many puddles and tottered along too many damp streets. He thought they looked sexy 'cos they are too high to run in K

Anyway off we scampered to look for something a little more polished and... conservative.  And more importantly, on sale 'cos there is no way one wanted to pay full price for something that may not fit come next year. We hit the jackpot in the first store.

He of course said good, pay the woman and let's get out of here

His response was met with laughter 'cos no woman likes to shop like that. Oh no, not when there are all the other shops to explore. After all, there might be something better... and if one doesn't look one will never know. You're starting to get glimmerings of why there are so many ex's aren't you J

It was that approach that led one to find a great sale on textured and coloured pantyhose...

And now that the legs have lost weight there is actually room in the boots for both one's legs and texture...

Now all we need is for this endless bloody summer to finish and make way for winter. 'Cos at this rate some of this new stuff won't be fitting at all L

So it was a happy woman and a mildly relieved man who set off on the path home...

He had visions of wild rampant sex...

The body had other plans...

See it had lain in wait to spring its little trick...

While making lunch one noticed that turning was a little dangerous and bending over produced rather disturbing effects. Thinking it was just hunger one ignored it and ate lunch. A miraculous recovery did not occur. In fact it got worse... to the point that one ended up in bed lying very still... 'cos the blood pressure had tanked to even lower than normal.

You know its bad when you get head spins rolling over in bed. And frankly lying still with your feet up drinking water is not conducive to wild rampant sex... whatever dancing visions some of you may be having...

So yeah... life. Sometimes it sucks!

But there are boots J