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Originally Posted by infinite monkey
I can totally pick stuff up with my toes.
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Sad story. When I was a very young teen, my Mum let me choose my own school shoes for the first time.
The ones I really wanted weren't in stock in my size. But they were in a size down, and I pretended they fit.
I mean, shit, my feet bled if new shoes were even in the same house, so why not?
Trouble is, 2.5 miles to school isn't quite like tripping down a runway.
My feet bled as usual, but my toenails started to turn black. As did some of the skin underneath.
And at that age your Mum SEES those things.
I got hauled into the Doctors, got a furious telling off (which I did deserve, given the cost of shoes) and my Mum chose my next pair. THEY WERE HIDEOUS!
The only slight consolation was that I bled like a stuck pig wearing my new "comfortable" shoes in.
Matron even sent a note home.
I was walking in shoes filled with blood and flayed heels.
But then I'd been doing that before.
Anyway, bottom line was I had foot and toe exercises to do.
Three times a day, every day. And Mum or Dad had to tick them off.
So.
I don't have particularly long toes
but they are ape-like in that I can pick things up very easily.
And being a fat knacker, somethimes it's far easier than bending down!