Shoes! Shoes! Why can I never find shoes? Shoes end up everywhere in this house; although perhaps I should say ‘nowhere’, since I so frequently can’t find them at all! I know precisely where I took them off yesterday, but that’s no help in finding them today. This goes for all shoes: mine, Aidan’s, Elspeth’s, Evelyn’s. The girls seem to regard shoes as a toy, free to move and hide and lose. Who plays with a shoe? My crazy daughters, that’s who. And also one or two dogs I’ve known.