And they usually end up here at the front-door end of the extensive hallway.
You'd think the hallway would be a good place for practising one's ball skills (despite the presence of 1891 lathe and plaster walls), but NO. The kitchen remains the preferred battleground (battle often being of the "stop kicking that ball in the kitchen!" type).
And when I go to one of the many soccer games that I as a loyal and supportive parent attend every Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon and frequently at least once on Sundays between the months of April and September, I like to wear my Silver Blundstone-style boots.
I acquired these in 2004 after being introduced to the amazing concept of a Shoe Party.
For the uninitiated, this involves a woman coming to your house with thousands of shoes in every size, shape and colour which you can then order in any combination. I'll take that style but in this colour with the low heel.
Unlike a Tupperware party when friends pretend to be busy that night, I had people seeking me out to ask if they could come. Even the boss invited herself.
And when the demonstration was over and we were let loose on the pile, a frenzied trying-on ensued.
As a result of sales I scored four pairs for free. Sadly these are the only ones that really worked out for me.
But they're pretty cool, don't you think?
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