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A few days ago I said to Mrs. L.

'look dear at the number of shoes you have'.

Trying to think at the same time of a way to persuade her that Imelda Marcos at least had the space of several Palaces, something we don't.

I considered my logic.

'Look dear we are neither of us spring chickens so can we come to an agreement? Let's say that we look at the actuarial estimation of our lifespan ok. When you have a figure for yours calculate how many weeks on average that leaves for you. Look on the graph for the time when for your age the number of weeks left before you should statistically shuffle of the coil equals the number of pairs of shoes you have and then start chucking out one pair a week if it isn't enough then two a week perhaps. That's reasonable isn't it particularly if each time you buy a new pair you chuck out an old one?'

Pass the cold steak please

was it something I said?

Lynton, a person of your intelligence and experience should know, that, walking through a mine field at night with a pair of over sized boots, usually means your going to get covered in shit.

Next time you mention the shoe thing.

A/ Do it after dinner
B/ Wear protective clothing
C/ hide

Hope the injuries were not too bad mate?

Love as always

Arm xxx

My wonderful late Mama once told me: "NEVER marry a man who knows/cares about just how many pairs of shoes you have."

Passed on that advice to my own lovely gals, it's never let me down.

Very pleased to report that my own shoe closet at home compares favorably with the square footage of the average UK home.

The boot room too has plenty of scope to expand.

And that my gals are currently out-shoeing me at the ratio of 3/1.

Some of my pairs go back to the mid 1960s and, despite being worn, are now collectors items worth $$$s.

Maybe I'll leave them to the nation.

Crossed wires:

I got dressed 'up' to go to a Cycling Club Dinner just before Christmas. I put on a new top and skirt I had bought in 'Middlesbrough' in the summer. Mr. G. calls it my 'Middlesbrough' outfit...(didn't know how to take that comment at the time).

Well I just wasn't feeling comfortable wearing it at all, but sat down at the kitchen table to wait for 'him indoors to get ready'. I'd mentioned that I didn't care for the outfit I was wearing.

On t.v. was a stupid Do It Yourself programme. Minutes later Mr. G. said (from the dining room) "You can put something else on if you want,"

I asked, "What?" and he replied, "Anything".

I dashed to the bedroom, in a sulk, trying on lots of tops etc and settled for a top and trousers I wear to work. At least I felt comfortable but was really 'pissed' that he had - for the first time in over 40 years, commented on my outfit.

I went back to the kitchen, sulking and pouting telling him I thought I'd stay at home. I said I wasn't in the mood to be socializing (all of a sudden!)

He wondered why my mood had changed so quickly and I explained I hadn't appreciated his comment about my clothes.
He looked blank and hadn't a clue what the hell I was talking about, denying any knowledge of commenting on my outfit.

I replayed the whole scenario in my head, then laughed when I realized he had been talking about the bloody Do It Yourself show he had left on, on the kitchen t.v. He'd meant I could switch channels coz he wasn't watching it any more....


We ended up having a great night! But - it just goes to show, 'communication is not as easy as it sounds'.

LG

From your lack of limbs I see you are a veteran

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Quote: armfeetandtoe

Lynton, a person of your intelligence and experience should know, that, walking through a mine field at night with a pair of over sized boots, usually means your going to get covered in shit.

Next time you mention the shoe thing.

A/ Do it after dinner
B/ Wear protective clothing
C/ hide

Hope the injuries were not too bad mate?

Love as always

Arm xxx

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I didn't say a word but I think you and Mrs L will hit it off - most likely off my head!

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Quote: queen mudder

My wonderful late Mama once told me: "NEVER marry a man who knows/cares about just how many pairs of shoes you have."

Passed on that advice to my own lovely gals, it's never let me down.

Very pleased to report that my own shoe closet at home compares favorably with the square footage of the average UK home.

The boot room too has plenty of scope to expand.

And that my gals are currently out-shoeing me at the ratio of 3/1.

Some of my pairs go back to the mid 1960s and, despite being worn, are now collectors items worth $$$s.

Maybe I'll leave them to the nation.

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you sure you're a woman LG? - realising the cross purposes and still not sulking all evening? Bet you didn't, you just left the poor sod confused but relieved that whatever it was seemed to have passed.

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Quote: Lady Godiva

Crossed wires:

I got dressed 'up' to go to a Cycling Club Dinner just before Christmas. I put on a new top and skirt I had bought in 'Middlesbrough' in the summer. Mr. G. calls it my 'Middlesbrough' outfit...(didn't know how to take that comment at the time).

Well I just wasn't feeling comfortable wearing it at all, but sat down at the kitchen table to wait for 'him indoors to get ready'. I'd mentioned that I didn't care for the outfit I was wearing.

On t.v. was a stupid Do It Yourself programme. Minutes later Mr. G. said (from the dining room) "You can put something else on if you want,"

I asked, "What?" and he replied, "Anything".

I dashed to the bedroom, in a sulk, trying on lots of tops etc and settled for a top and trousers I wear to work. At least I felt comfortable but was really 'pissed' that he had - for the first time in over 40 years, commented on my outfit.

I went back to the kitchen, sulking and pouting telling him I thought I'd stay at home. I said I wasn't in the mood to be socializing (all of a sudden!)

He wondered why my mood had changed so quickly and I explained I hadn't appreciated his comment about my clothes.
He looked blank and hadn't a clue what the hell I was talking about, denying any knowledge of commenting on my outfit.

I replayed the whole scenario in my head, then laughed when I realized he had been talking about the bloody Do It Yourself show he had left on, on the kitchen t.v. He'd meant I could switch channels coz he wasn't watching it any more....


We ended up having a great night! But - it just goes to show, 'communication is not as easy as it sounds'.

LG

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Attn: Lady G.

The ghost of John Cassavetes just put in a call to his buddy Rollo over at William Morris, and wants him to maybe secure first look rights at the ongoing highly inventive, yet entirely entertaining, bit of dramatic miscommunication you got going there with Mr.Gr., and then maybe roll out, at long last (hopefully in time for next year's Venice Film Festival), "Faces II", in order to otherwise satisfy some sort of lingering, all too typical, Hollywood sequel requirement, that he failed to address before plunging into his big sleep many Oscar moons ago

Meanwhile, in a related story, my long standing, never say die attempt to get a reality program off the ground which showcases the wonderful world of women and their shoes - the buying, the wearing, the storing, the trading, the endlessly trying on, the thinking/talking/remembering about, and, of course, (wherever I've been lucky enough to be involved) the throwing - is beginning to pick up interest among a wider than usual set of network/cable/satellite honks willing to take a walk on the wild side, so to speak. Providing, of course, you and the queen consent to toss your tootsies into the ring of likely A-List talent already under consideration: Catherine Keener, Wendie Malick, Robin Christopher, Nia Long, one (or more) Kardashians, Saffron Burrows, Karen Black, Eileen Davidson, Maria Quiban, Megan Mullaly, and Mario Cantone.

In other words, I got my fingers crossed.

Mainly because a car door that slammed too quickly last night, but still, that should still count, right?

j/p.

Actually 'we laughed together' when I'd figured out the 'crossed wires' - which was great coz we don't do a lot of laughing TOGETHER ......I call him Mr. Grumpy and said, many moons ago, that we ought to have a red light installed on the top of his head, which flashes whenever he's enjoying himself...coz it's bloody hard to tell at times.

He laughs at The Prairie Home Companion Radio show and I called him a hypocrite coz I like to read some of The Spoof stories to him and he rolls his eyes before I even start to read. I KNOW a lot of the Spoofers 'stuff' is just as funny as the 'stuff' on the radio. He got the message!!!!!

LG

Shoes! Count me IN JP.

Greetings John.

I see you published a short article in the magazine. Never fear, I will read it.

Yes I will. I haven't managed to finish Moby Dick yet, but that's no guide.

Lady G - You fool didn't you know when a man like yours rolls his eyes at you it is a sign of intense attraction and affection. Dear dear and you at retirement age too.

When he rolls his eyes just roll your r's and bob's your uncle

There'll be rolling all night!!