Now that I have found my sturdy boots (put them in the loft in 1957 and forgot about them) of course the snow has all gone! A mild rainy day here, so I can trot out in my crocodile high heels and matching bag and very little else.
True story....... I was waltzing through the outback in Oz ( as one does) when we came to a shady pool, so we had our picnic there.Me and Big Bruce fancied a dip, so we stripped off and in we went with a splash!We were frolicking merrily and Bruce was getting a bit romantic, when an old croc the size of godzilla hove to , he had been hiding on a rocky shelf in the pool and the three of us had a right old set to.
We got him in the end though Bruce lost a hand and I lost my bangles, and we heaved him out onto the bank.The locals were very grateful as that croc had been a terror for them, and as a reward, they made me a pair of highheeled
shoes, a bag and a hat, and for Bruce a handsome jacket.
Bruce is long gone sadly ( he went off with a barmaid from Perth) but I like to wear my croccy things to remind me of him.Sniff!
Anyone else got a strange but true story to share?