The mystery of the missing sandal…
ok, less a mystery, more of a pain in the butt.
When we were in Whangarei I bought Harrison a cute little pair of sandals. So about a week ago he broke one - he tries to get them off his feet. So I organised a replacement pair, and we received them.
The second day he wore them - Sunday - we went into town. And lost one.
We have no idea where it went. It came off somewhere between the car and the Borders “sale store”. We hunted for it but alas, it has gone for good. And while looking for it we waited outside the parents room for ages, until the single man (minus kids or a disability) emerged. He couldn’t use the normal toilets???????
So yesterday I bought another pair. Hopefully he will retain 2 sandals this time around.
One can only hope……