How language changes!

Thirty years ago, if I'd said "where on earth is my white charger?", I'd have been hoping one of these would come along.

And I'd have been more interested in the knight on top of it.

These days, I say "where on earth is my white charger?" pretty much daily, but now, this is the extent of my hopes and dreams.

Of the collection of wiry things that hang around our house, this white one is the one I know fits my phone. It's meant to live permanently in one spot on the kitchen counter, but it often walks into the sitting room, the study, or the bedrooms of other members of the family.

I've found the second meaning of the word to be less romantic, but more use, honestly.

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Boots, again

So, you'll remember that I like a good pair of boots. I went shopping in the January sales, and I found these beauties.

Aren't they lovely? I saw them standing there with a half price ticket on them, amongst all the other boots.

As I approached, I heard them call to me, "Us? Is it us? Could you love us more than all the others?"

I bent down close, and whispered, so that the others wouldn't overhear, "I already do".

I inspected them carefully and saw that they were Carvela. I wasn't surprised, because the last time I found perfection and truly lost my heart (sorry, Husband and previous boyfriends), it was to a pair of soft leather Carvela court shoes. About 30 years ago.

Aren't they gorgeous? Plain enough to be very classic, but a little detail in those buckles to catch the eye. I wish they could always be as shiny and unblemished as they are now.

I do stroke them from time to time, and I inhale their leathery loveliness, but I try not to overdo it. They need tending, but these classy boots, you know, are at risk of developing quite a high opinion of themselves, and you don't want them to get too big for their humans.

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