Everyone has a pair of truly comfy shoes. Those shoes that you wear all the time that have taken the exact contours of each foot. They are there welcoming you each morning; you haven’t undone/redone the laces in years.

Alas, my own pair of said shoes has finally been retired. I think it’s time when they behave not unlike a sponge with even the slightest hint of moisture in the air. The left one has acquired a squeak that I can only put down to water retention.

And so they must be consigned to the cupboard. I can’t bring myself to throw them away, even though they are in a greater state of disrepair than my designated ‘festival trainers’. I don’t even know if they will make it to my new abode, although I am reliably informed (by my own nose) that they don’t smell too funky.

A tribute then to my most comfy of shoes. You served me well.

Now long will it take for my new work shoes to get that comfy… I don’t want to wait.

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