They're only shoes after all. But there's all their first pairs and I put them on the pile to give to the trust but I got really choked up and clutched them to me. That's pathetic, isn't it?
I hate hoarding stuff and of course it's utterly pointless having brilliant shoes in a box in the cellar when they could be being worn and used - like shoes are meant to be. Why is it so hard?
I've been tough and done all their old clothes - sorted and given away.
Am I being namby-pamby-wet-blanket to almost in tears over this? Shoes.
I'm off to get a glass of wine to steel myself.