Spiked heels and happiness

Yesterday I took delivery of a pair of 4in platform heels. Very tasty. The small boys were overcome with delirium at a parcel being delivered. their little faces dropped a little when they realised they were Mummy's shoe fix but quickly realising that shoes makes Mummy happy and happy mummy makes happy boys - they were happy.

Today we went to the car boot sale. There were a pair of strange contraption that you attach to your feet. Embedded with spikes, you traipse up and down the lawn with them and suitably rejuvenated grass follicles breed. Result is lush grass. Apparently.

Having spent last year aerating the lawn with a fork and the year before with a pizza cutter, I was tempted.

Briefly.

If someone had agreed to lie on top of the grass before I stepped forth wearing 3 inch spike it may have sealed the deal.