Saturday, 22 November 2025

The Shoe

Above is a picture of 'the shoe'. The shoe was in the kitchen round at Imelda's house. It appears it was one of his shoes, although it could once have been a sandal. I have no idea when he last wore it. It's in a bit of a state - OK it's in a lot of a state, peeling and in bits, It has no sole. It's covered in sticky dust and peeling. There it was just sitting there, on top of a pile of stuff, not under the stairs, in a box, in the shed or garage or at the back of a wardrobe, no this shoe was sitting on the top of a pile of boxes in the KITCHEN. The same kitchen where he eats his food and spends a lot of his time. I picked it up and shrivelled my nose. What's this, I said holding it at arms length. 'Its an old shoe,' he says. like I'm uber stupid. 'It should realy be in the bin!' So, did he put it in the bin while he had it in his hand? No. He put it back on the pile where it had come from on the kitchen worktop, where it, no doubt, will remain until the day he dies.

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