We woke up yesterday to another day of lovely sunshine and whilst we have no rain we have tended to leave our shoes outside but under the van' by the door. I lifted my shoes inside to put them on ready to take Bradley for a walk, but what on earths name was that awful smell?. No love puffs were emitting from the bedroom and we quickly went through different possible sources before I suddenly realised this pungent smell was following only me around and was in fact on my right shoe. I checked I hadn't stepped in anything and there were no marks whatsoever on the shoe but the smell was definitely there, even Bradley was by now moving to the other side of the van' from me!. Off came the shoes and I realised my shoe had been the victim of a eau de territorial cat, squirrel or other French nocturnal skunk like creature!.. why my shoes?, Lorraine's were beside mine but totally unsprayed. Two days later and after hours of soaking the shoe is still in the outside locker…phew!, Lucky I brought a second pair!.
Au revoir!
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