These boots aren’t made for walking. And nor am I.
I’ve only been going a day, and already the bitter taste of defeat has faded to a vague tang; dominated as it is by the overwhelming urge for comfort. Oh comfort, how I miss thee! I think I have a blister coming, but I’m loathed to take my shoes off for fear of not getting them back on. They seem to be bulging in their tight prison today, where yesterday, they were snugly encased in fine soft leather. That expensive leather is now caked with...
Published on March 01, 2016 13:00