Saturday, 17 May 2014

Fat Feet In The Sunshine

The last time I actually sat down to read in the sunshine was in Sitges a few years ago now. We never seem to have the time, or the weather to do it here.
This afternoon, we bought bedding plants  for the front garden but it was far too hot to put them out, so we all ( Chris, dogs and Albert) arranged ourselves io the grass for some serious relaxation.
While Chris played with his iPad , I sipped homemade lime-ade and got tucked into Agnes Keith's Three Came Home, an  account of the writer's internment in a Japanese Prisoner of war camp during world war 2.  ( I didn't feel like anything too frothy)
I fell asleep seconds after taking this photo of my fat feet. It's the first time they have had an airing this year, so I was mildly excited to see them again.



I woke myself up just before four o'clock, snoring like a pig. I had been dribbling too, all over my second best  Walking Dead  T shirt. I am such a catch.
The eggs need collecting, and Chris wants a hand to light the new barbecue ( I won't get involved for fear of a domestic incident) but I just cannot be arsed moving.
I have that " just woken up on the beach" feeling you get when abroad.

Of course I did get up briefly, that was because Auntie Glad has just popped around with 12 scones in a bag.She didn't stop, she looked hot and bothered by the sun....it's a good walk from her house to ours, but she was as good natured as she always is.
" what do you think of the new colour of the flower Show Raffle Tickets?" She asked with a snort
" we've never had green ones before!"
I told her that I quite liked the green
" I don't' " she trilled away" but i can't see them anyway so it doesn't matter"
After she left, I sat there in the sun, contemplating my fat feet whilst munching on a scone
It feels as though I am on holiday

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  1. A day's holiday at home in the sunshine, it can't be beaten, tell Chris to be careful with that barbeque :-)

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    1. I don't think he's done a BBQ before
      The sausages look a little anaemic!

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  2. I only feel I've had a good sleep these days if I dribble.

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    1. Ha ha ha ha ha , I snorted with laughter and there was possibly a little dribble too.

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  4. I fear all BBQs are like dancing with death!

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  5. Bare legs!? I haven't taken my balaclava off yet!.....

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  6. You have sweet chubby feet like a baby!

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    1. Thank you ( I think)

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    2. and sweet chubby legs too, ah.

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  7. Sounds like a perfect day to me - scones eh! What happened to the diet then.

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    1. Well....you have to bepolite

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  8. A good day at home....nothing like it!

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  9. Snap! for the first time ever I sat in the garden, meaning to read and then woke myself up with a snore!!..Saturday...no work....sun shining...washing on the line...food cooking....Heaven on a stick............xx

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  10. all you need is a back and foot rub or a winnie lick on the old soles and toes to end the day in bliss

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  11. auntie glad and her scones...I see that her eyesight has not dampened her feisty nature. enjoy your restful day!

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  12. Where is that serious 'I am not eating between meals' and 'Scotch eggs and Auntie Glad's scones are forbidden territory' gone? Surely the sight of those fat feet should spur you on!

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  13. Nothing like a bit of sun on your bones eh. Hope the BBQ went well.

    X x

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  14. Gas BBQ's are the way to go. Ours never fails me.

    I wish I had had a day like you. maybe tomorrow...

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  15. We all need a quiet afternoon in the sun from time to time.

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  16. John, your feet remind me of mine! I was quite insulted when a friend of mine called them "Fred Flintstone feet"!!! No matter, I think they're cute.

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  17. " what do you think of the new colour of the flower Show Raffle Tickets?" She asked with a snort...

    Ah... The big issue of the day in Trelawynd, eh? Worry, worry...

    And yes, these are rather chubby feet. It had not really occurred to me before that feet could get chubby (and I have had more than 50 years for it to occur to me...), but now it has occurred to me I realise, of course they can... I've seen many a fat foot trodding by me before, but it has just never occurred to me before that they were fat. Bigger things on my mind, clearly, like the colour of raffle tickets, for example.

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    1. Sometimes all that matters in a day are green raffle tickets!

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  18. I too love life when it's boiled down to the colour of some (to others) insignificant bit of fluff. Last Wednesday we hotly debated what colour the rubber gloves should be for our annual clean-up day. Blue, we decided. The colour of the ocean in front of us. No mistaking blue for anything else like wood, or a road or a tree.
    Very satisfying.
    XO
    WWW

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    1. I love these little bits of insanity that are banal life bits....

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    2. Yes indeed... I asked my lady if she had rubber gloves I could use for applying a spot of glyphosate to the driveway (don't scold me, it's the only place that gets it). She did have gloves, but they were pink... Bright pink... This was raher traumatic for me, but it had to be done, and neighbours noticed. It may seem insignificant to you John, or even bizarre, but it was as serious to me as green raffle tickets seem to be to Auntie Gladys (actually much more serious I expect). Big black rubber gloves are now on the shopping list.

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    3. When I am famous... My agent will call you

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    4. Oh... I was thinking of asking my agent to call you...

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  19. I love your feet. We have the same feet, honestly I could be your foot double in the movie of your life. Because there will be one, I am sure, although no doubt George Cloone or Russell Crowe will play you and my feet won't match THEIRs. Two foot facts - almost all of my cast off shoes go to drag queens as I have very large feet for a woman, and when I lost 50kg, I went down three sizes (45 to 42) so yes, feet can get chubby. Although I think it is mostly ankles. So, you never know, you may have to buy brand new crocs for the wedding!

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    1. When I am famous my agent will call you

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    2. I look forward to it! ;-)

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  20. Hobbit springs to mind, particularly proud foots:-)

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  21. According to a study in the Journal of Ir-reproducible Results, the shape of your feet is similar to men of the Neolithic Era, before the advent of shoes.

    Just thought you'd like to know.

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    1. Thank mate that me feel so much better

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  22. Neh lad, they 'aint fat feet! Just the angle of the shot.........
    Whatever, so long as you treat them well and they continue to support you!
    I could just eat one of Auntie Glads scones, smothered in butter...........
    Oh well, toast it is then!

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  23. What better holiday. Made me smile, anyway. Have a great Sunday, John!

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  24. Having lived in the American South for nearly 15 years now, I feel it is my duty to chastise you for the misuse of the word "barbeque." Barbequing is a method of cooking at a low temperature for hours on end. What you have there, my friend, is a grill. Which can be used to barbeque, if the urge should so strike you.

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  25. Your feet aren't 'fat'. They are perfectly formed. And I tell you this as someone who does NOT have a foot fetish.

    Once, in a moment of absentmindedness, I did a professional course in reflexology. You can tell people by their feet. That's for sure. Not so much whether your toes look like sausages but how pliable the sole is.

    Anyway, at the time, the Angel was little with tiny feet to match. So I practised on him. Saved me time and he loved it.

    Pumice stone greetings,
    U

    PS I suppose we could do old style bartering: You give me some of your eggs, I give you a foot massage. Both of us will be walking on air. I on an omelette, you, well, on your feet.

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  26. Is it time to start commenting about the legs?

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    1. Oh... I see someone already has done.

      My comment will be "no comment".

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  27. It sounds like a delightful break. And yes you are quite a catch!

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  28. I hope the holiday feel lasts a while!
    We've been sitting in a beer garden for half an hour or so on Sunday afternoon, taking a break and having a snack during a longish walk. It was lovely, really felt like summer. Two guys in silly t-shirts were playing the guitar and singing. Children were playing (nicely, no screaming, which I detest). Sparrows were fluttering about the tables. The scent of sausages on the grill was wafting from the edge of the beer garden where the BBQ was.
    It felt just like a Sunday afternoon should feel like.

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  29. Haha....I've just seen this post John. We both have feet that like the sun judging by this post, and mine.

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