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Tuesday 23 April 2013

The curse of the family bunions.


My grandma is 91. 
Sifting through old photos, and my childhood memories, she was beautiful.  Still is beautiful.
She has many, many qualities that I admire,  but the part which I have inherited?
Bunions!  Great big, fat bunions. 
I glare at these lumps on the side of my feet and instantly remember the times when we'd visit my grandma, only to find she'd taken a scissors to a brand new pair of slippers to accommodate the bunions.  I don't own slippers and my shoes are intact, but these bunions are just like my grandma's, and I have visions of Josh tut tutting, as I mangle a pair of shoes with a stanley knife.



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