Getting the Boot!

When I got up on Saturday morning Robbie was long gone – to his railway open day. Out of sight did not mean out of mind, I encountered the first reminder of him in the hall. I bent down to pick up a piece of litter that had been dropped in the hall, it was the discarded wrapper from some Dr Marten boot laces. After muttering darkly about having better things to do than pick up his rubbish, I continued into the lounge. A pair of Robbie's Dr Marten boots were parked in the middle of the floor, they are a sort of dark red colour, I think Robbie calls it ox blood. It wasn't the colour of the boots that bothered me, it was the colour of the laces, they were bright red with a yellow pattern and they looked absolutely disgusting. Maybe he is anticipating a Bay City Rollers revival, but I don't think it is a look that will catch on. Everyone has their limits, even me, and if he thinks he is setting foot outside wearing those laces he is sadly mistaken!