I need to wear shoes. For work at least (I need to work at least - until the better half makes enough so I can retire gracefully with flat cap and walking stick). Last week, the 'old' pair finally bit the dust. They were great shoes. First time I had them on was for a long day at a wedding and I wore them every day at work thereafter, as well as a couple of extra carricular kilted events. They never caused any problems and were lovely and comfy.
This new pair though...satan in shoe form. They are leather, just the same, lace up in the same way, the same size too, but they want to devour my feet. They started today, gnawing at the skin of my heels and toes just waiting for fresh skin to peel off and feed their lust for blood. If you know the movie 'Christine' it's like that, but with size 8's rather than a car...(a bad analogy, but you get the drift.)
They fit, so trying them on wouldn't have made a blind bit of difference and they were in fact dearer than the original pair.
Work involves me walking at least five miles a day, so sore feet do not help my sanity any and indeed make me a bit cross.
I think tomorrow I will paint my feet black, at least it will keep my socks from getting more holes in them too.
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