Ever gone barefoot?

Go to www.barefooters.org for some great pieces of writing about going barefoot. You have nothing to lose but your chains/shoes/inhibitions... That wonderful moment on the beach when I can feel the sand under my feet, mmm. I think the gravel surrounding our house is about to be altered to a much finer grade when I update it.

The cat which visits us has the most lovely soft furry paws, but she does all her living like that. There is a lot I can learn from her.

I remember being so cross when I realised that starting school meant my children would have to wear shoes for nearly 7 hours with no break every day. The ties made me so cross too, little nooses round their tiny necks, and I had to do them up each morning to comply with the system.

Waiting for instructions

Earlier I was down at the cafe in Sainsbury's reading, knitting, sewing together some knitted squares and drinking hot chocolate. I had collected the dry cleaning and bought essential supplies of pizza. I used my mobile to find out an eta for T. It turned out to be much later on!

I spotted a tiny girl trotting off on her own away from her parents and into the cafe. I pointed to show the father where she was and in which direction she was heading.

Then I had time to kill back at home before the second attempt at collecting T from the station. So I have been listening to Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd. It is like having miniature holidays here and there, grabbing chances. Hot tea and delicious curry, then more sewing.

It is my reward and peace between all the other momentous events and sorrows online and elsewhere.