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Wednesday 22 June 2011

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.

shoes by The Coffee Lady

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.)

13 comments:

  1. We passed beneath a similarly strung up pair of shoes every day for months on our walk to nursery. When they suddenly weren't there one day I really missed them!

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  2. What a hoot, I love their faces and it gets funnier and funnier. Thanks for the giggle!

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  3. Hello! There are a pair of shoes exactly like that near where I live - in fact I gasped when I saw your photo. We've all become quite attached to them and one day as we drove by we thought they'd gone and were quite sad...but it was only a recent storm that had blow them along the wire! Phew!

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  4. Claire - where on earth could they have gone? You and Helena are right - it's surprising how we get attached to these things!

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  5. Very funny - couldn't stop laughing... And I cycle past shoes like that as well. They're a huge size, at least 2 pairs of them. I worried about the owner going barefoot when we first discovered them a few years ago, but now I just sort of nod to them as I am getting out of breath going uphill.

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  6. Jannette - I worry too about the owners. Imagine the powerlessness, having to go past your out-of-reach shoes, day after day.

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  7. In my town shoes on a wire point the way to your local drug dealer.

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  8. ... I was going to say I usually see that in Tuvalu ...

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  9. I did get the tune stuck in my head. I'm sure it will come back to me every time I see a stray set of shoes.
    Thanks for the laugh.

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  10. Sign of a drug dealer here in Melbourne too

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  11. I think you've got a local dealer. Possibly not something to impart to your youngest child but worth knowing....

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  12. Oh, for heaven's sake people! There's no dealer there.

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