I bought myself a new pair of shoes today. There would have been a time, not that long ago, when I would have thought that that in itself was a blog-worthy event. I would probably have gone into elaborate detail about how, three days ago, I got into a slight incident with a car as I was coming home from the shop. Despite being caught under it’s wheel, my feet were fine but my shoes were ruined. Then I would have explained how, today while out and about, I ended up in Bexleyheath with it’s well-appointed shopping centre; and how, more or less on the spur of the moment, I thought I’d resolve the issue by buying myself a new pair of shoes. No doubt I would have contextualised this by explaining that, throughout my childhood I had to wear special shoes, so my footwear was always supplied by school, and thus shoe shopping is still a relatively novel experience for me. I’d also have told you all how courteous the staff at the branch of Clarks were, how well they treated me, and how they helped me try on several pairs of shoes until I found the one I wanted.

But does anyone want to read all this? Would anyone want me to go into so much detail, or be interested by something so mundane? It’s not as though there aren’t plenty of other things I could blog about. After all, everybody goes shoe shopping; there is nothing special or novel about what I did today. Are such trivialities really worth blogging about? Does the fact that I did it for myself make it noteworthy, or is that being egotistical? Am I just talking cobblers, or do I think the sense of achievement at what I managed to do today is justified enough to document on here? I suppose in writing this means I do.