Every time I go up and down stairs a little rhyme comes into my head.As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away
The reason for that particular rhyme is because Robbie has managed to make his presence felt even if he is not physically present. As most of his friends know he has passion for Dr Marten boots and he has far too many pairs (in my opinion). For a while they took over the bedroom until I banished them to the hall, but even in the hall they seemed to have a secret life and they would creep out and trip whoever passed by. Robbie decided that the stairs would be the ideal display / storage space for his boots. Ever since Christmas we have had a pair of Dr Martens on left hand side of each step (next to the wall) with just two empty steps at the bottom. Every time he goes up and down stairs he admires his boots and thinks about the how he will fill the last two empty spaces. He has his eye on a grey pair with a different sort of surface, they are dimpled, he likes them but I think they look like DMs with acne. I guess they are a lot better than the tartan pair that he lusts after. When I go up and down stairs I don't admire the boots, I just think what a pain it is to move them every time the stairs are hoovered and I make a mental note to make sure that he doesn't try to display his New Rock boots on the stairs, if I fell over those I could end up in hospital!
