Well my first trip out for a year turned out to be very eventful. You may have a chuckle at my this.Met up with my 2 friends and we got taxi into Glasgow, it was a busy Saturday afternoon.No sooner had I stepped out of the taxi (very ladylike of course) my whole sole came off my high heel I was mortified and had to hobble the 100 yrds to the bar,honestly it could've been a mile.
In the bar I Made the decision I had to get a new pair, I had 20 mins to get to Primark so I had no option but to whip the other sole off and make the lopsided walk to the shops. We're all eyes on me probably,So much for being discreet lol,I managed to make the journey in 5 mins,I quite impressed myself tried a few pairs on and decided I'd buy a lower heel, as my feet were killing me.I walked back to the bar (a much more pleasent stroll) and my friends, and was introduced to the other ladies,GG buddies of one of my friends (more on that later) with a story to tell