TRAGEDY (at least a tragedy the girls will understand)

So I did pack a black tie outfit (see June 21st post if that statement sounds ridiculous). At least not a full blown floor length gown but certainly something that could smarten up nicely. Just in case you understand. There I was feeling all smug when a cold realisation dawned. The shoes... the shoes... where are the shoes? Surely not? Oh yes, the shoes have gone to storage. And not only are they languishing in some metal box, they are right at the back, behind the other 70 odd boxes that are in there. I dare not ask D if we can go back and look for them. Instant death and/or divorce. No, shoeless I must bravely venture forth and hope for no invites to smart events.