Hello? Well, we've come in fighting today. Do you have this started before we press record by saying I've got a bone to pick with you about those fucking crooks? Okay, you kick off love, go on, get it all off your chest. Go on it all off your chest. Go on.

Well, they're just outumpt. You persuaded me.

You know, there I was quite happy in my sketches, albeit not very happy on the back door front.

I went out, I finally gave in to the Crocs thing that you've been banging on about,

showing off about, actually, for several years. Got a pair, got my liners, did a bit of research, sought the advice of owls.

You didn't get a pair of crocs though, Judith, did you?

Well, they're pretend crocs.

You've got an imitation pair of crocs.

Okay, we'll just slip that in there.

Do you really think it makes that much difference?

Yes, of course I do. Well, I'm not

spending any more on the crox thing. I don't care. Where are they uncomfortable? They are not

comfortable, Jenny. Well, they're rubbing. I mean, you're too small. Well, they're the same size

of my normal shoes. I'm a size seven. I bought a size seven crock. How does that not work?

Well, I don't know, Judith, because I'm of size five and I wear size five crocs, but mine are the

genuine article. And I don't bother with liners, but I'm wearing a pair with some socks now.

Now, they can't be that uncomfortable because you were spotted out and about.

The thing is, you really make me laugh because you just said, last week you said, obviously

just for, you know, by the back door for in the garden, stepping out into the back garden.

And then you very clumsily post a picture of yourself on Friday's art class where you spend

the entire day in a village hall somewhere which looks

a dillic and everyone's very jealous of that but you know pan out a bit much have you got on the

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