Husband is not a town person . The further he can get from pavements , lights and bustle the better . But , failing deepest pastoral seclusion , he tends to stay at home with his double bass .
But , now and then , he'll agree to take the train and go shopping for something interesting , as long as there is no shilly-shallying and there's food involved at some point .
Today was such a day . We ended up in Groningen and he was coaxed as far as a big shop . It wasn't until we were in the middle of the men's department that I caught sight of his feet .
Dear reader , you do not go shopping in the Bijenkorf in your painting shoes that are splitting at the seams .
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"Well , they're comfortable , and I know how far you like to walk when we're here ".
Never mind , he enjoyed dinner ..... and , once his shoes were hidden under the table , so did I .
