I had a hole in my shoe. It kept getting bigger. At last I decided I couldn't trust the weather not to rain for much longer so I bought new shoes on Saturday.
I hate buying shoes. I hate shoes. I hate feet. Mine at least. You only have to look at them, sticking out aimlessly at the end of your legs to think, 'urrgghh'.
I buy shoes on the 'they look all right; they fit; they'll do' principle. This works to a certain extent but it doesn't allow for the 'ow, they didn't dig in when I tried them on - even though I didn't have them on for long' problem. And, strangely enough, it's my not-so-wide foot that has the problem.
It's just as well that I did buy some on the weekend though as it's raining today. Which creates a dilemma for me as regards dog-walking. My wellies also have holes. I am such a holey person, I should have a halo.
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