I have too many shoes but I prefer to go barefoot. It’s funny of all the things my son could’ve got from me not liking having socks and shoes is one of them. The weather has been absolutely brilliant for a few days here and we are both running about shoeless, enjoying the feel of our poor suffering grass between our toes. It’s been relaxing, the anxieties forgotten for now. I really don’t know why I have my flip-flops here, I thought I’d left them in Portugal for the summer, but I’m glad I do. They’re the closest to being barefoot and avoiding dirty feet all over the kitchen floor.
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