Anyway, a few months ago I bought myself a pair of snazy Nike trainers and I've fallen head over heels. Only I haven't, I've never been so steady on my feet! Geddit??
I love being able to dash around and have my ankles and feet be so well supported! It's an absolute joy! This comes after way too long spent wearing predominantly awful ballet shoes, the kind that have soles about as thin as coffee filters. As the stern looking lady I saw about my back commented, 'it makes no sense wearing those, you may as well go barefoot.'
So, on Saturday I enlisted the correct footwear and took myself off for a day out and about, mooching around Covent Garden, weaving in and out of its nooks and crannies and being almost flattened by its adoring flocks of tourists. I wondered around Holborn and Bloomsbury, I walked over Waterloo Bridge for the billionth time and was reminded yet again of London's beauty, its towering grey landmarks, studded with the red of double deckers.
When we were kids, snuggled up in the back of the car, driving home from my uncle's house in south London, I would always force myself to stay awake long enough to go over the bridge, so I could see London by night, all twinkly and delicious. I would get such a rush of awe and I still do, after all this time.
I walked and walked and walked, accompanied by Drake, Joy Division, Soul 2 Soul and Feist, stopping only for Earl Grey tea (at a tea shop I used to visit weekly with my friend H, who lived around the corner, when we were students), then back on my feet, ham hock and onion quiche in hand. As Soul 2 Soul famously sang, keep on moving, don't stop now ...
Of course I did stop eventually, arriving at dinner with a lovely one, by which time London had started to darken, a new kind of bustle appearing on the streets. Even the comfiest of shoes need a rest at some point, after all.
My (really not so) baby brother, all bright and beautiful is laced up and about to begin a new chapter this week : ) May the force be with him.