The Broken Sole

Whilst walking briskly through the threshold of House of Fraser in Belfast today, I sensed something peculiar at the end of my right foot. I immediately looked down and, lo and behold, the sole of my shoe was coming apart.

I was wearing a pair of black leather tassel loafers which I'd bought in London many years ago. I'm quite fond of them because they slip on so easily; and they keep a very good shine.

I'd noticed the sole looking fragile at the tip of the show for many months.

I think I'll take it to a little, traditional shoe repair shop I know just off Botanic Avenue. I might even cycle there and stick the shoes in the pannier.