Up date on the slipper hunt. Mum had been wearing Velcro sandals but her feet got so swollen that they were no longer safe, and the staff had “mislaid “ them for safety her favourite tennis like shoes were separating from the soles. I’d been trying to get rid of them for ages, I managed to convince her I’d take them to the cobbler to fix (and that’s a load of old c****blers).
So I went by train and bus to find slippers, Velcro and wide. Found a beautiful pair, dropped them of at the home, all good.
Today, no slippers, they were too small, so a pair of holey socks on. I popped into her room, rummaged through her packed bags and found last years bootie slippers, rejected last year as too big. Her ankles wouldn’t bend enough to put on so to the horror of the staff I demanded scissors and sliced off all decorative elements and then sliced throu the back seam for easy access. “These are to small” said mum.
So tomorrow back on the hunt. I know I perhaps can get online but I hate on line shopping. She may land up with wellingtons!
