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!" 