That's what I quite firmly told Rebecca  just a few hours AFTER she'd been out shopping and bought herself all manner of flip flops, sandals and shoes. But worst of all, she had decided to buy us both a pair of Crocs. Red Crocs for her and blue Crocs for me. It was a kind gesture I suppose, so I should have been more...mindful of her feelings.

I've expressed an interest in watersports lately, namely kayaking. That's a 1 man canoe for anyone who wondered what a kayak was. So because they're plastic and waterproof, the girlfriend got me a pair of Crocs Baya sandals which are the more sporty style. 

I'll still look like a bleedin' idiot in them, but I have to confess that bafter my initial outburst at being bought something that's normally associated with kiddies rolling in filth or playing at the beach, they might actually be quite useful.

So today, as if her Fit Flops weren't a weird enough contraption for her to be wearing on her feet, she's been wandering about the flat in a pair of luminous  red Crocs Cayman shoes. I've linked to them so you can witness the sheer HORROR of these frankly  fugly things. I haven't dared put them on yet, but at least it's not as bad as the time she bought me some men's UGG boots (which felt like inserting my feet into warm poo) and then insistent that I didn't look like a raving homosexual in them...and fled the living room in a fit of giggles.

Maybe I should buy myself a new pair of shoes so she won't keep buying these 'helpful suggestions' as she put it?