Shopping for school shoes was a nightmare that lasted for many years. I remember squeezing my feet into a funky pair of Size 7’s and nodding so hard when asked if they fit, I nearly gave myself whiplash. They didn’t! In my eyes the more painful alternative: leaving Dolcis (RIP) with horrendously ugly Size 8’s, that looked like the leather had been donated by a leprosy-ridden cow.
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A rather chilly weekend in February.. Andy and I leave Surrey just before 8am heading into London for a meeting about a property. Choosing not to pay £20 for a nearby car park on arrival, we parked fifteen minutes away. It proved to be a totally euphoric but daunting experience, and although both aware this particular listing was a somewhat unrealistic option – (I firmly believe all things are possible!) We discarded negativity, and relished the ‘open day ‘ out instead. Spending the best part of the day with some lovely people, and leaving on such a high neither of us could get a word in edge ways as we discussed the days occurrences.