I’ll bear in mind the shoe racks, Fishers. Our hive is filled with shoes and clothes - I’d not dare to invite somebody in to clean, no matter how intrepid they were. I must away to bed to stroke my antennae and consider my alternatives.
One of us takes size 13 shoes, which means most shoe-racks are too small for us to use. In my father’s shoe-chest, which we have, his size nine shoes fitted fore-and-aft with no trouble, but size 13 make its doors unable to shut and have to go in at an angle, which makes it not-a-lot of use for shoes here.
Sudden Daughter, who rang when she was on her way past on the motorway, was the reason I was emboldened to get the shoe-racks; she said “Oh, I have three of those! Two are for shoes and one is under the sink making an extra saucepan shelf. They’re ace.”
Neighbours from another house to the ones that gave us beer arrived with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates as a thank you for the use of our electric supply to help fix their barn roof
Heh! Sweet Substitute (well, almost certainly Andy Leggett) added another verse:
My self respect was all demolished
When he got me some cute nail polish:
Just what I wanted, Autumn Rose.
He got a bottle for my hands and a crate for my toes.