I'm sure I'm not the only Gransnetter who has foot problems. I have severe arthritis which makes walking a misery and buying shoes is a nightmare.
The doctors say there is nothing to be done except to take painkillers and live with the condition, and I do try.
My main problem, apart from mobility of course, is the effect on my vanity. Almost all clothes look best with some lovely court shoes or pretty pumps, and I can manage neither - I'm stuck with wide 'dumper trucks'. I freely admit that I'm a vain old bat, so maybe this is a judgement on me.
When I have to attend a 'dressy' occasion, perhaps I should be like 'La Senora' from Anthony Trollope's Barchester novels, and be carried to a chaise longue where I can hold court in a silken gown which covers my feet!
My daughter points out that I am lucky to be able to get around at all, as some people don't have any feet, or are wheelchair bound. She's right of course, and I count my many blessings every day. I have to watch what I say in front of DGD age 2, tho'. Yesterday she hobbled over to her Wendy house, saying "Ooh, me flippin' feet!" 
Another attempt by Trump to end the war with Iran



. As if it's my flippin' fault!
