I used to quite like my pointy black leather shoes I bought to attend a wedding a couple of years back, but since I've been trudging to work in them every day the honeymoon has certainly ended. I'm starting to realise that they make me look a bit like a smarmy double glazing salesman, and to be honest they're not all that comfortable.
I only noticed the other week that excessive wear had actually worn a hole right through the bottom, exposing my stinking socks to the ground. When it was torrential rain recently the utter misery I experienced trudging home as pools of filthy, freezing, sweat-infused water formed in the bottom of my brogues can't really be overestimated.
Given shopping, especially shoe shopping, is a stressful, frustrating and unrewarding experience, I opted for the less glamorous route of getting Timpson to work their magic on the stricken footwear. I can now walk home without the fear of Somme-style trenchfoot, but 25 bangers was a bit on the expensive side, read more