You know those pink shoes, Wilma’s shoes?
I do.
Well, the heel broke so when I took Loui to the
dentists on Friday I thought I’d try to find a , a, you know.
A cobblers?
Yeah, a cobblers. And guess what?
What?
We went to a dentists recommended by Lucy, and there
in the same street there was a , er, you know.
A cobblers?
A cobblers! And it was an amazing shop. The guy was
playing jazz music and the shop was just so full of, er, er….
Shoes?
Stuff! Shoes, bags, belts, buckles, straps ……. …
honey.
Honey?
Yeah, I think he keeps bees.
Bees?
Yeah. Anyway, I asked him if he could mend the heel.
Could he?
No.
Oh.
So I told him how important they were, for a show, and
he said he could maybe put a new heel on. But it wouldn’t be pink.
Ah.
But that’s ok, I can put pink suede on it.
Of course.
And he said he could maybe put the same heel on the
other one too.
But it wouldn’t be pink.
Yes, so he said come in next week and he would show me
all the heels he has.
So you have to go back next week?
Yes.
Get some honey.
2 comments:
Feeling a bit of a heel
hoping to heal
time for some honey toast x
Feeling a bit of a heel/
That's a very, very old saying!
one i haven't heard for yonks!
But i'm glad you took time to say it, happy toast.
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