As we washed the teatime dishes tonight, Rach and I pondered over somethings and nothings. Asking if I was working tomorrow, I told her that, unfortunately, I was and hoped she would be a good girl for her father.
"Oh, no worries there, mum" she assured me. "I've already hidden one of his trainers and I'll help to find it tomorrow before we go out.......but if it rains I'll just keep it where it is!"
It's an awful habit men have of losing shoes. It's my purse when we shop together that I often forget! Tut!
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