Writing for Fun
My Feet - Sue Barker
December 2014
Can anyone tell me why my feet hate winter so much? 'Tis the season to be jolly' so the song goes, has anyone informed my feet of this, they complain bitterly even more bitterly than the weather it seems. They spoil any beautiful walks in the crisp winter sun; while my husband is tromping along, admiring the scenery, the bright starkness of the seafront, revelling in the chill of the air. I am of course grumbling at the aches and pains my tootsies give me, so I do not make the ideal walking companion. My feet refuse to wear heels, so I end up wearing clod hopping boots, which gains me some relief from pain, but is hardly feminine or attractive. That's the trade off, comfort without style.
I wouldn't mind so much if I neglected my trotters but I dutifully look after them and invest in a chiropodist, but they show no appreciation at all. More they refuse to be encased quietly in shoes or boots. They make me wince with the pain of the corns that grow in winter. I really would enjoy Christmas shopping much more if I wasn't limping with the throbbing pain coming from the end of my legs. Putting on my glad rags to go out in the lead up to Christmas has become a challenge as finding attractive low heeled shoes to wear is beyond difficult. But still we look, hopefully up and down the High Street. If only I could go in my slippers I would be fine.
The really frustrating thing is that in the summer they behave perfectly well, they are happy in sandals, they even look quite pretty when I paint my nails. I can walk for ages, in fact I bet if I wanted to I could skip along to my heart's content. They love the beach, you could almost imagine them sighing at feel of the warm sand beneath them, total joy and pleasure.
But it never lasts, with the first signs of having to be contained, the pinching and complaining begins. The annoying thing is that this is a battle I will never win. They know it and I know it, so even if I pamper them to my purses limit, with pedicures and massages, within a day, they start hurting all over again. So as winter progresses, and Christmas comes upon us again, I must write to Santa, all I want for Christmas, forget two front teeth, all I want is two happy, pain free feet.