In loving memory of my new shoes

Today was my mum’s birthday. Happy Birthday Mum! πŸŽ‚πŸŽπŸŽˆ

We went out for dinner, which we do most years for our birthdays. It’s really nice to chill out with your family for an evening, even though I always end up thinking far too much about how much work I have to do. I try not to though, and I also inevitably eat too much; see the dessert we had last year which has been the all-time favourite!

I wanted to tell a little story to highlight again my clumsiness, a story which happened on this day last year. We went out as usual for mum’s birthday, and we usually go back to my parents’ house for birthday cake afterwards. We headed back, me slightly worse for wear after a glass of wine (I’m such a lightweight, it really does only take one glass to make me merry!), and as we were entering the house, I felt an odd pulling on my legs.

There is a rain grate directly in front of the door, maybe two steps away from it, and I had somehow managed to get one of my stiletto heels stuck right in-between the bars. I wobbled for a moment and managed to step back with my other foot to regain my balance. Unfortunately this had possibly the worst effect I could have hoped for, and my other foot got stuck too.

Imagine being strapped to a snowboard and literally toppling head first onto the snow, unable to stop yourself. But, to make matters worse, my ‘snowboard’ (i.e., the metal grate) decided to come away from the ground, and the whole thing (probably 3 or 4 feet long) came up as my body fell forward. As I fell, I managed to wrench one of my feet out of the bars, and take a step onto that foot, as though I was running forwards… but unfortunately, the metal bar attached to my other foot was too wide to get through the door, and so I was eventually felled.

As I lay face down in my parents’ hallway, with one foot outside the door, still attached to a 3 foot piece of metal, I looked up at four of the people I love most in the world, some with tears of laughter (my dad, fiancΓ© and sister) and some trying to hold back the smile and replace it with a look of concern (mum), and only one thought sailed through my mind:

My new shoes are broken.

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