I lost a shoe this evening. It's the sort of thing the kids do; come home from school with only one shoe. Apparently they change for P.E., and don't pick up their belongings, coming home with no trousers, or just one shoe. How ridiculous. I keep telling them: be more responsible of your stuff, what do you expect me to do, just go out and buy you a new pair? Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.
Well, this afternoon I am sitting in a meeting with my Chief Exec, when my phone starts vibrating. It is HEMS, asking me to attend a horse rider, who has been squished by her horse. Gets me out of the meeting!! I rush to my car, open the boot and decide, in an instant, that a muddy field will be the ideal place to test my new, waterproof Magnum boots. So, off with my brand new shoes, chuck them in the back of the car, and slide on the Magnums. Smoooooth!
A simple journey later, I park up in a small, unlit alley, and jump out of my car. Boots working well! I open the trunk of my car and pull out my trauma pack. I am vaguely aware of the sound of something falling out of the car, but when I look, I cannot see anything - must be imagining. I rush over to the ambulance, where the patient is (damn! no muddy field) and enter. She is fine, a mild concussion, and I decide to follow the ambulance in my car, so that I am available if she becomes ill en route. She doesn't, and, after a quick drink with the crew (tea, honest!!) I am off home.
When I get home I get out of my boots (very comfortable, even on an hour's drive), and reach in to my trunk for my shoes. Oh dear. One foot too many.
It's confession time to my family. Mrs RRD is very understanding, but Mini RRD is in hysterics, as he kept picturing me throwing open my trunk, dragging out my trauma bag, and, in the process my left shoe flying out and hitting a cow!! Very odd child.
11 months ago