February was wardrobe reboot month. Three bags: one for the bin, one for eBay and one for charity. As I dropped a couple of shoes into the charity bag I remembered the day Zoe and I discovered a high street shop was selling big shoes (size 9).
There were three styles – two of which were a shade of beige that must surely have been the inspiration behind Elephant’s Breath. The third looked very much like the shoes that my old piano teacher used to slip her swollen yellow feet out of whilst I stumbled through The Entertainer.
It didn’t matter at all. Despite being neither Farrow & Ball aficionados nor jaundiced piano teachers, we strutted around that shop in glee.
No more men’s shoes.
No more foot contortion.
We were in shoe heaven. We bought them all.