En trottant on a mixed trot-walk the other day I was surprised to see a soul go flying out ahead of me.
The soul of my starboard shoe, in fact … the same sole that I’d made a temporary fix using a hot glue gun last time it came off, and completely forgot about. Not a problem, I finished the walk and am now in the market for some new exercising shoes. But—
—not one to leave my soles lying about the countryside for the Debble to collect, I beat Him to it and brung it home, and found the glug still attached.
Intrigued, I loved the random-ish pattern and took this snap for any of you doubters out there who still don’t believe in soles—
—and in the manner of a Wotsit ink-blot test, you may tell me wot you see.
There’ll be no prizes but be warned, I may analyse your response and tell you why you are such a wretched spiritual mess that you need stare so intently at blobs of glue …
Go gettum, Tiger!