These boots are made for walkin’, that’s how the old Nancy Sinatra song goes.
Well Nance me old fruit, these ain’t! They bloody well hurt.
Two hundred and fifty quid for Top of the Range Hikers down the drain. They need to change the logo to ‘Toes of the Painful Blisters’.
Gonna stick to trainers for twenty, when I can walk miles a-plenty, haha.
Either that or take the bus.
‘Hey! Simon! You comin?’
‘Yeah, sure. Just tying me laces.’
My feet were killing me, but it would never do to complain, especially as this was our first date.
Written for Charli’s Carrot Ranch challenge: