I’d forgotten about shoes
This week I rediscover the joy of shoes and make an easy gratin.
I’ve been in England this week, a long-planned trip that happened to coincide with The Queue, and of course The Funeral. One of the reasons I didn’t tackle The Queue, apart from finding crowds a challenge, is that I managed to come to England without any suitably English, suitably autumnal footwear. For most of the year, I’ve been running around in sand…
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