Sandals

I have been trying to leave the house for some time. You’d think it was the mission to mars; we’re only walking to the post box. I have asked Squiggle four times to either find her other sandal or put on her trainers. I must be talking in martian, because she’s just idling along and doing neither. Pixie is enthusiastic and is talking non-stop about her sandals. Scooter is traumatised because he has no sandals at all, well, none that fit his feet, anyway.