In adopting this mode of attire I am in good? company, at least so far as the whiskers are concerned:
Sandals and socks are good for conversation and it is surprising how many people admit to wearing them - but timidly in their own homes. Outside in the big wide world they are still a no-no though I cannot for the life of me see why.
My chemo feet appreciated the combination and now I can report that I have another excuse. I have a broken left Achilles tendon, diagnosed with an ultrasound scan yesterday. Apparently the two broken ends are 3.5cm apart so surgery will be likely. Meantime I can shuffle around comfortably - in socks and sandals. So there.
The day before yesterday Pat accused me of being scruffy - to which I pleaded guilty. When you had to wear a smart uniform for much of your working life scruffy is an absolute delight.
Anyway today, Sunday, I decided to mend my ways, shave and put on some clean clothes. Ye Gods it has been boring.
If anybody wants Christmas present ideas I recommend these: