The Feet of Flavour Fest

Hello! Happy Wednesday everyone! This week feels like it’s going by super quickly, does anybody else feel that? It’s already halfway through the week – it’s been a productive one at least. On Monday I got to see my boyfriend again after way too long apart, we had a lovely picnic. And yesterday I finally got out of my reading slump and read two books – The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater and Bridge of Souls by Victoria Schwab if you’re interested in my thoughts on these I’ll be putting up book reviews for them soon. They really helped get me out of my slump and now I’m desperate to just keep reading the next book on my TBR.

So today… is the second installment of Where’d I Leave It Wednesday, it’s only a short story for today, and the story for today happened around two years ago at the Plymouth Flavour Fest. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a big market in the middle of the town centre (I believe it’s a South West of England festival) where each of the stalls has a variety of food, drinks and even a few craft stalls. The food and drink stalls are often pretty generous with their free samples as well – I’m never going to complain about that!

I was very interested in some particular stalls (ahem *the stall with the jam sponges on it*) that had food that I have a particular weakness for (I really love jam, okay) on them. And I will admit to you – but you have to promise to never tell anyone – I might have had more than one free sample…. alright I had about three or four I admit it! I’d also persuaded my Mum to buy a couple to take home with us which I can tell you, I thoroughly enjoyed later. I promise I shared – I let the rest of my family have one to share between them.

Anyway, I was so distracted by the scent of homemade jam and sponge cake that had just come out of the oven (honestly, I can smell it now while I’m typing this) that I lose track of everything going on around me. It was only when I turned to walk away with my Mum that I noticed something was wrong. I couldn’t move my cane. It felt like it was properly lodged in something but I couldn’t see a single thing it could have been stuck in. I tried to just pull on it as hard as I could but it would not budge. I tried to jiggle it and shake it free from whatever it was stuck in but that didn’t work either. By this time my Mum was itching to get away from the crowds so she wasn’t very impressed with the hunt the cane scenario that was happening. But it was my Mum that finally figured out where it was stuck – a woman’s shoe.

A living human woman who was stood next to me and now had the end of my cane trapped down the back of her shoe. And she had noticed it. You might be asking what did you do about it? I’ll tell you. I pulled my cane really hard and straight up, freeing it from the back of her shoe and then I turned around and walked away. I wonder if she still remembers this day… I certainly do because there’s no way that my family are ever going to let me forget that I got my cane trapped in a woman’s shoe.

That’s it for today’s post! I hope you all enjoyed reading it!