There's something I saw the other day that I can't get out of my mind.
The family pulled up outside the local butcher store. I opened my door to get out and there in the gutter was a black pair of men's shoes.
They were not expensive looking shoes but they were in good condition. Now and then you see an odd worn shoe left here or there but not a pair virtually unmarked. As my children asked: ``Why are they there, mummy?'' I noticed the empty bottle of methylated spirits beside them. I shuddered as my mind put together what seemed to be clues to a sad story.
A troubling image . . . but not easily forgotten.