These fine looking boots are now over sixteen years old and I suppose I'd say they're not really still going as strongly as I might like. Well, despite their battered and bruised appearance they remain watertight and comfortable. They are now relegated to garden use and the occasional trip to the Co-op to get whatever we forgot to get elsewhere (or an emergency breakfast). Sad times I know. Better weather expected. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. Drink plenty of milk. Eat, love and pay the River Styx ferryman. I may well wear the ailing boots to the recycling centre tomorrow or whenever, just to impress other members of the general public, as if they'd take any notice.
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