As a kid i loved playing with shoes. High heels in particular. My mum, who obviously hated this because I’d constantly ask to play with her nice shoes and I’d leave them everywhere, told me that I was only allowed to play with shoes on a Tuesday, because Tuesday meant shoes day.

Also shoe related. Once I got a bit older i was still obsessed with shoes. Family members would give me old high heels they didn’t want anymore. My gran had given me some, but they were mismatched, and one was a size 6 and one was a size 9. I was obsessed with them. One day i came home from school and they had completely disappeared. I asked my mum where they went, and she told me that a lady had come to the gate looking for old shoes. This lady, apparently, had no shoes to wear and.. she had unevenly sized feet. A size 6, and a size 9. Her name was Charity Case, and my mum felt sorry for her, so she just had to give her that pair, along with any others in those sizes.

You guessed it - charity case was, in fact, the charity shop. It’s got me thinking though, I’m going to ask my mum tonight if she actually took them to the charity shop, or if she just put them in the bin. If she did, i will have believed a version of that lie until this very day.

Side note: I’m now 23 and I hate high heels.