The mysteries of the missing

On most days for the past couple of years, we have passed below these shoes. Who knows whose they were. Who knows how they arrived.

One day this week, Littlest looked up at the shoes. She turned to her father. "Did God put those there?" she asked.

Missing shoes (more often than not, one missing shoe on its own) in the middle of a road or on a wall are just one of life's little mysteries. Socks, too. Somehow, someone makes it home with just one shoe or sock. It amazes me. A control freak like myself finds it difficult to believe that it's possible.

Which brings me to this video of two Scotsmen in a snow-covered bus-shelter. It's bonkers, and has naughty words. And though it makes me feel compelled to protest that my comedy of choice is usually intelligent stand-up or clever satire, I giggled my way through this like a lunatic.


(Note to those of you who subscribe - Blogger has steadfastly refused to upload any photos for me this morning. So I made a bit of a pig's ear of doing it via Flickr, and have accidentally posted this shoe picture several times. Scroll past it, and you'll get to my post about going to Cybermummy and losing lots (ahem) of weight.)