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Anton Savage: It’s ‘do not resuscitate’ time for my old boots, and I’m not coping well
After two decades of faithful service my boots are facing oblivion, and that’s bad news for a sentimentalist like me
I am deeply saddened by the prospect of new boots. My current pair are dying and this time I don’t think emergency medicine can help. They’ve given me scares before; there was the time the sole on the right one parted from the toe and flapped up and down like the tongue of an overheated Labrador.
Then there was the time the heels wore so low they looked like ballet slippers. But every time, my cobbler ...