Hubby’s shoes are worn on the inside, and whilst they didn’t cause him blisters after Sunday’s walk, he does have bruised feet.
Footwear is something we both have problems with and don’t like shopping for.
The comfy trainers I’m wearing just now are actually mens. The ladies sizes are too narrow and I’d need a size 10 so would resemble a clown, whereas a gents 7½ foots the bill perfectly (pun intended).
Hubby prefers work shoes or boots, those with the steel top caps, but finding an outlet locally is proving difficult, so we decided to rely on a shop in Boston we frequented when we were needing sensible footwear.
As it was thirty odd miles away, we made a phone call first to check on availability, opening hours, and if he was still in business.
Due to close at 5pm, it gave us a couple of hours for the trip, so we locked up and set off.
We’d gone a few miles down the road when Hubby was suddenly hit by horrendous pain in his legs and sitting in the car for almost an hour would have been stupid so we came home.
Feeling better today, we set off this morning.
The place hasn’t changed much actually, and while I sat on a bench outside overlooking the river, Hubby went in.
The old boy behind the desk had actually waited until 10 past 5 before closing yesterday in case we’d got held up. That has shot him up the PR ladder, even more so as he had the perfect shoes for Hubby at a reasonable price, so I was pleased we were able to do business.
As for me, knickers are something else that are difficult to come by (Y fronts are another)
Since I’ve lost weight, finding the correct size is proving ‘interesting’, as some shops do the standard size 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20, 22 etc, whereas others go for 8, 10-12, 14-16, 18-20, 22-24, and some 8-10, 12-14, 16-18, 20-22. I appear to be inbetween, on the cusp, or the wrong shape depending on the shop.
I’m a practical girl, so wanted a multi pack for about a fiver. Yeah, in my dreams.
Gone are the days when I could get 7 pairs, pretty or plain, for less than that and they would last years. Styles have also changed from what I am familiar with, so I have to be careful not to get a piece of fabric held together with a ribbon or pairs suitable for housing jumbo jets.
The lacy ones tend to unravel after a few washings, so I’m not into those, especially at something like a tenner each for prettiness! Recently I have had to hitch my knicks up as the only thing keeping them up was actually my joggers. They went straight in the bin because the elastic had reached the end of its life, which is the story of most of them at the moment as they are hardly any use as a catapult.
So a few weeks ago, I took a chance, went into what I used to deem the ‘posh shop’ and bought a pack of 5 for £8. They are pretty damn good, so I went back today and bought two more packs, having armed myself with the label from the first so that I didn’t get it wrong. I think the last time I bought new knicks was for my trip to NZ in 2010 as I didn’t want the embarrassment of tatty knickers on my SIL’s washing line!
They’ve lasted pretty well I think!