Tonight I went out with a friend for a walk around Canary Wharf to see The Winter Lights.
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I had an awesome time and stayed out later than I had intended caught up in talking and wondering about. We were about to head home when I realised we’d totally forgotten to celebrate today! I’d come prepared and had warned him in advance that we needed to measure our feet. Apparently he thought I’d been joking until I pulled out a measuring tape and string.
He had a train to catch in 15 minutes so we set about it as quickly as possible. Note: It was FREEZING and getting my heavy boots on and off took the better part of 5 minutes.
He went first:
Then me:
(Note the squareness of my feet (or as my family exclusively calls them ‘paws’))
The stats: (in feet and inches as it seems appropriate)
I’d also been keen to do volume but the method I’d settled on (For those wondering - Fill large bowl/bucket with a measured amount of water to the brim, place foot in water so foot amount is displaced and then remeasure the amount of water left) wasn’t conducive to being outside and I hadn't lugged the required equipment with me.
I figured I might do it when I got home but it was after midnight by the time I got in and I needed to sleep so I gave up on the idea.
Today was a particularly weird and fun day to celebrate. Measuring your feet...7/10!