I was with my friend and neighbour Caroline a couple of hours ago, commiserating with her over the nasty shock she had had this morning when a car went into her car. We were out looking at the damage to the car when Steve the plumber came along (he had seen the damage as he was driving past) and he stopped to give his sympathy.

“Are you wearing your slippers?” Caroline asked Steve (and we all looked down at his feet).

“Yes I am,” he replied a little sheepishly (his moccasins might even have been sheepskin).

“They aren’t a pair – are they?” I noticed, “Look, they are different colours!”

“It’s true that I have two pairs almost the same,” he admitted.

Steve lifted his trouser-legs in order to take a better look and as he did so Caroline and I observed that his stripey socks didn’t match either.

“You can buy them like that nowadays – it’s a fashion statement,” he explained.

“But you didn’t buy them like that,” I laughed.

“No, I admit that I have two pairs almost the same,”  Steve said turning his feet out like a clown.

“Now turn them in like a Devon Pixie,” I suggested as I snapped with my mobile camera.

My model was a very good sport and he doesn’t mind me putting the photos on my blog. We all had a good laugh and Caroline forgot about the car accident for a few minutes.