A small stroke of luck reached me today. With my well-worn stompy boots of eight years having developed a hole in the toecap, I felt it was possibly time to replace them. I headed off into town today fully prepared to have to pay three figures for a new pair of boots that didn't quite live up to expectations, but would probably do.
Having visited most of the shoe shops in town without finding anything that met even my degraded standards, I was about to give up. The last shop on the itinerary didn't hold much hope, being mostly home to the kind of fashion that doesn't typically interest me; But I felt I should try them anyway as they were listed as a stockist of the type of boots I sought. In fact, I missed them on my first circuit of the shop, but just to be on the safe side, I asked an assistant if they had any boots of the same brand as the pair I was replacing.
"Well, we have some old stock, but they might not be what you're looking for," he said, pointing to a few pairs of marked down boots on the floor. To my amazement, they not only had the make of boots I was looking for, but the exact same design as my old pair, in my size and marked down to £20.
Hopefully, that's the boot situation resolved for the next eight years.