Which shoes? I’m terrible with shoes, I must have been denied the gene which makes girls salivate at the copious amounts of shoes they own, just so not bothered. So I glance down at my- I must say fairly proportioned size 7’s- (I am 5ft11 afterall so thats not too clown like...) and think about what coverings they need. It’s torrential rain outside, as in that really wet rain! It’s safe to say I have a poor collection for any type of weather let alone this freak storm. In the end, I hedge a bet that it might, just might be sunny later on and opt for my lime green sandals with gold studs, maybe a little inappropriate for work and what would Health and Safety say if I stubbed my toe but hey, i’ll take the risk. As I look out the office window now, I can’t help but feel smug as I see the blue sky and realise that the lime sandals were a wise choice.