Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack. Sigh. That is the sound of my friend Wendy pacing up and down the wooden floor of our charity shop in her new clogs.
Wendy is not what you’d call a short person, unlike me, and clogs give her an extra two inches at least. If she were any closer to the thin upper atmosphere, oxygen masks would descend from the overhead lockers (please put on your own mask before helping