Last week, IFFR in Rotterdam.
Standing on a volcano in gale-force winds (that boy is tutting as he reads; I seriously did his head in moaning about the wind), hence the fluttering of my trousers and the blurred pic.
Standing next to a knitted handrail. Knitted handrails and lampposts, perfect for the winter, I find.
Admiring that boy's new pet. His fab shiny Roomba. You can spend countless minutes just looking at it, following it, playing obstacle with it... All very productive and mature, of course.
I'm warning you we are taking a turn to the superficial (this blog is, otherwise, always so very deep) and the consumerist this very second.
This next pic is my new obsession. I saw this very pair of trainers at a department store last month and totally digged them. Only they did not have my size (they are men's) so I decided to look for them elsewhere. However, lo and behold, they seem to have vanished from the face of the earth. Either that or they were just a figment of my imagination.
My good friend E (many of my friends are, somehow, called E), who works at that very swooshy corporation, was sent on a mission. To no avail. Meanwhile, combing the Interwebs, I have found myriads of wonderful variations of the same model. All apparently special editions and also impossible to get. Great. However, and funnily enough, I have not even managed the one hit in this colour combination. You see, I am very partial to the sole being the same shade of the leather (as opposed to white.)
So, my question to you helpful people of the Internet is... Have you seen this trainer?