Every Christmas as Nan looked on expectantly as we opened our 'surprise' packages. The problem was the final presents we were given were never a mystery as they were always pairs of sheepskin slippers. I think sheepskin slippers were thought to be rather 'posh' and every member of the family would be clad in a new pair for the rest of Christmas day. I am not a fan of slippers preferring to wear nothing on my feet or if it is really cold I might don a pair of flip flops. I suspect this is because years of enforced slipper-wearing have super-heated my poor feet. Even the fashion for Uggs had passed me by; bit like wearing your PJs outside - not natural or necessary in my opinion. I realised I was growing up and away from the bosom of the family when I announced before one Christmas that no one should buy me slippers as I wasn't going to wear them ever, ever, ever again.
No one took any notice and I continued to be given these furry monstrosities for years to come only to take them down to the local charity shop as soon as it opened after the festivities.
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| Never trust a man who wears slippers |
