Each season, I treat myself to a new pair of Fitflops. Not only are they über-comfortable, but I definitely feel the burn and have firmer thighs for my pains. I wear them so often that I actually wear them out every 6 months or so, then go running back for a new pair.
Unfortunately, this year, someone else coveted my gorgeous Anna Sui Fiorella sandals before I had a chance to batter them to death. Our local fox has knicked them after I, stupidly, left them on the terrace overnight. So, please keep your eyes out for a particularly shapely urban fox somewhere in South West London. Reward offered.