Eventually I found a pair of "heels" that were slightly wedged therefore resulting in less falling over, trips and slips.
I tried them on in the shop and thought the right shoe felt a little tight so I loosened the strap and it felt much better.
As a family trait we like to leave things to the last minute so I bought them on Thursday 1st July in the evening, and we then left for Gibraltar Friday 2nd July in the early hours of the morning.
When we were unpacking in our hotel in La Linea, I was curious to see what my sister who's trademark is jeans and cardigans, was wearing to the wedding, she showed me her outfit: a dark blue silk high waist trousers, cream blouse and black towering shoes. As she wondered around the room attempting to walk in them, I noticed the sticker on the bottom of the heel, this could be classed as one of my pet peeves (then again there's not a lot I don't hate) so I got mine out and as I was scratching the label off I saw the number 5. I had bought a pair of shoes one sized 7 and one sized 5.
The slight tightness of the right foot had been two sizes too small! My feet are a size 7 at a push on a normal day, never mind a hot day when my feet are swelling and sore as it is the rare occasion I wear a heel.
I swear I'm the only person this kind of shit happens to.
I swear I'm the only person this kind of shit happens to.
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