Good old-fashioned visit to the cobbler

My shoes are one of my favourite things. A specific pair. I do not have many and they all have different functions. But my main shoes, my two hundred days a year shoes, I love. They are a mid-ankle light walking shoe sort of situation I got six years ago. They have seen some shit both metaphorically and literally. Six years ago they were retailing at £55. I got ten per cent off. They now cost an astonishing £120 and I don't like the new design as much. Maybe it's not so astonishing. My current pair ran me less than a tenner a year and new ones would be twenty a year if they lasted as long. Which is still great value, it's just a bit eyewatering. My sensibilities haven't risen along with inflation - I don't really see myself as someone who wears £100+ shoes on the daily. Other alternatives start at £50, more like £65, but they don't seem quite right. So I went to the good old-fashioned cobbler down the road. I should have done this at least two years ago. But I didn't, and here we are.…