I realise I didn't put up a photograph of my bargain shoes yesterday so here they are - sensible loafer type shoes which should, hopefully, keep my feet try if it is peeing it down in the UK when I go. I was trying to describe them to JJ&S and said they had sort of "brothel-creeper soles" which then sparked a debate as to why they should be called brothel-creepers - I am guessing it was that shoes with these soles enabled the clientele of brothels to creep in and out unheard which is sort of correct! According to 'tinty' ...
When British soldiers returned from World War II battlefields, they were ready to let off a little steam. Still wearing their crepe-soled, military-issued boots, they hit the London nightclubs. The shoe soon gained the moniker “brothel creepers.”
This evening the Clan were going to Stathmos and John and I had been invited out to dinner with George and Pam who were celebrating their diamond wedding anniversary. 60 years how amazing. We were so chuffed to be spending such a momentous occasion with them. They had decided they wanted to eat at Finikas in Polis and John and I said we would drive, John there and me back. We had a lovely evening although I made an error of judgment asking for a table inside as I was worried that he might get cold. On the contrary he now feels the heat and so our inside table proved to be ever so slightly tii warm!!!
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