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Why I Love My New Flip Flops!

Flip Flops 1

Haiku 164

Sparkling on the peg

Calling me across the store

Buy me! Buy me! Buy!


Flip Flops 2

My new flip flops have sparkly straps and the moment I saw them in the shop, I knew I had to have them.

Why? Because they took me right back to my childhood and the following story:

When I was a kid I saw some children’s plastic mules for sale in a shop.

They were slip on play shoes, with a high heel, and made of a hard reddish plastic, embedded with spangles.

They glittered and called to me every time I saw them. I would stand in front of the shelf, take them down and caress them lovingly.

Oh how I coveted those sparkly mules.

But Mum said No!


Icicle Memories

Dianthus in Hail

Dianthus in Hail

When I was a kid of eleven, I took the bus to town in the morning, got off before the bus station and walked for fifteen minutes up hill through the streets to school. I did this every school day for seven years.

There was a small cut through alleyway paved with cobblestones that made the journey a little shorter. On the right hand side of this tiny ancient road were old buildings with bay fronted windows, now housing various solicitors.

I memorised the names written in fancy gold letters on the windows and chanted them to myself over and over as a sort of march to help me up the hill, in the cold, to school.

Caterapell and Moxon

Fowlie and Opie

Green, Williamson and Way

In winter long icicles hung from each window ledge, begging to be snapped off, if you could. Some were very thick and more than my cold little hands could manage, but most broke off with a satisfying crack. Then I’d carry on my walk, twisting the melting icicle round in my hands, chanting my mantra.

I wonder if they still stand today: these buildings from a by-gone era?