The ones that I used to get from the museum’s handling collection were like that. But a couple of the pairs were definitely worn on the same foot most of the time. You could feel the toe-prints on the inside!

I used to teach a kid who had ASD and he used to tiptoe. He also had surgery and wasn’t allowed to take off his shoes in my drama studio. Which was a safety issue for other kids, coz his post surgery shoes were massive great clod hoppers.

Am I remembering properly? One of the stories mentions the other? Something about the taste of copper pennies. I forget which way round the reference is.

Interesting how even in the UK we use English differently depending on where we’re from.

No. It’s dire. There’s no story, it’s really trite and dull.

Depends where you live and how you use English.

Thanks! I do - both hands! It honestly just takes patience and concentration, but no real thought. It’s a great thing for relaxation.

The Scottish parliament usually has free exhibitions- I saw a glorious photography thing while I was up for the festival a couple of summers ago.

That colour looks great!I just took this off coz it was looking grotty after a week. Trying to decide what to do next. Maybe another dotticure. Maybe more holo glitter

If they were in Barcelona she could have stocked up in any chemists. I know this because I forgot to take my pill packet when I went there and the pharmacist was really helpful in finding the closest option to the low oestrogen contraceptive that I use.

I enjoying sending birthday gifts to my friends’ and their children, and I live overseas. I like to get a thank you note/ card/ text/ call/ video message because then I know that the pressie arrived. And I spend time choosing a thing I think will be enjoyed - I’d like to know if it was.

Happy to inform! It’s because it has zero function. It’s just being eaten by my body (vom!) when they discovered it was broken, it was about 80% of the size of my working one. Last time I was scanned they couldn’t find it. I had to have an MRI. It was less than half the size of the other one.

Have you read ‘the heart goes last’ by Margaret Atwood?

My friend’s mum donated her kidney to her (my friend’s) husband. The husband mum was a match, but the investigations for compatibility revealed that she had ovarian cancer. All are well and happy.

Yes, my consultant told me that when I had kidney failure. They left my gimpy one in there (tho I didn’t have a transplant) and the broken one is disappearing. I don’t really know where it’s going but it’s shrunk so much that it’s hard to find when I’ve had an ultrasound.

I like the idea of high heeled flip flops. But I don’t like the ankle strap. That’s fucking too much with a flip flop.

The couple who present it are lovely together. It seems to me that she has always laughed at his jokes, and that he is totally in awe of her brains.

It’s a decrepit seaside resort where sleazy arseholes used to take their Mrs Smith for their sordid dirty weekends. Where people used to sit in the cold wind with a hanky on their head tied at all four corners. Where children’s dreams of sandcastles were ruined by the bleakness of the great British seaside holiday.…

The Allusionist. She talks about language and etymology.

How is one leg facing the wrong way in the top photo? Are my eyes playing tricks on me?