I'm getting very tardy at this blogging lark aren't I? In my defence I have been INCREDIBLY busy what with Verity, my Open University computer course which has just started, sick children and the cricket world cup.

But, we have managed to develop the Thin Scary Blonde concept (you remember the thing about the Thin Scary Blondes who are all very well put together, and hang around in groups intimidating those of us who are not thin or blonde?). Well, they all do shoes. I know that might not sound much to the gents out there, but there are two types of women (no, not the ones you want to sleep with and your wife - behave yourself)- the ones who have a couple of pairs of shoes, wear them till they fall apart then buy a couple of new pairs, and the ones who buy shoes because they have to, they were there in the shop window shouting out "Take me home now please", and carry on doing that week in, week out, until the wardrobe explodes with the sheer pressure of stiletto heels, kitten heels, mules, sparkly sandals that were a couple of sizes two small but soooo adorable AND in the sale, ridiculous platforms, etc etc. And TSBs are most definately the latter. Not that I'm jealous or anything, apparently I'm the scariest person DH knows, and if I spent all his money on shoes, he wouldn't be able to buy me flowers on Friday. I'm not hinting or anything but FLOWERS WOULD BE NICE. Thanks.