Fool

Fool. That's what I was this evening.

Brought all my gear to work. Planned to walk home this evening. But idiot that I can be sometimes, I forgot to pack my socks.

Ach. Nevermind, I thought, The shoes are comfy. Perhaps I can walk and stop if it gets bad. Yeah. Right.

I was at the halfway mark when the ankle rim on my right shoe started chaffing the skin on my ankle itself. I stopped a couple of times to wad some tissue between the shoe and my skin but the motion of my foot kept spitting it out. And when it started to chafe..... yes..... it got exponentially worse. Nothing for it but to hobble to the petrol station 100 metres away and purchase some plaster-strips. And then walk carefully back to the bus-stop to finish my journey home.

I'm quite put out.
Should've known better.
s'happened before - this forgetting to bring the socks - but I did the smart thing and bussed home, instead of attempting to walkie. And especially peeved because I slept well last night and I was striding comfortably. It would have been a good walk.


Isn't hindsight so exasperatingly spot on?