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Becky's Boots Photo Story

here is my first tale which includes photos to enhance the story! enjoy!

these boots are the subject of the story and this pic was taken of them when they were brand new and Becky had just purchesed them.

My Girlfriend works in the city and commutes there every day by train. About six months ago she brought herself a pair of ankle boots to wear over the colder months here in London. She has worn these boots to work allmost every day since, thats more than 100 or more days of walking the half mile from our house to the railway station then all the walking down on the underground, not to mention the few hundred yards to her office. oh and of course her return journey back in the evening!

Anyway on to her boots or should I say whats left of them. About four weeks ago she arrived home after her day at work. We were chatting and she mentioned that she was going to soon be needing to replace her trusty footwear because the sole had allmost worn right through on one of boots! She showed me .....

I examined the hole and as you can see the sole had worn right through!

I assumed she was going to be throwing her boots away but this wasn't the case at all. The next day was a Saturday and we went shopping but she didnt look in any shoe shops and she even spent the day thudding around the mall in the same high heeled boots!

Now you may have noticed that her boots have fairly high heels(3 inch) and that they are quite narrow. I had noticed that the soles were not the only parts of her boots which were showing signs of wear, when we were at the shopping centre I noticed that at least one of her boots heels was less than rigid and was wobbling a little, I saw this happen a few times but when I asked her she shrugged it off and explained that many pairs of high heeled boots she had owned over the years had devloped loose or bent heels but she had never lost one, and had devloped the knack of walking with less than stable high heels!

Anyway over the next week she continued to wear her favourite boots and even mentioned having wet feet a couple of times when she came home on wet nights. However all was not well on the following friday. I was meeting Becky up in town and we were going to see a show. I was on my way to meet her outside Charing cross station when my mobile rang.. it was Becky - guess what has happened she fairly cheerly announced... my boots have died.. well allmost one of my heels is hanging off and I cant walk normally and my other boot has a bloody great hole in the bottom... I can see my sock!!!
I hurried to see and confort her..but she didnt even now seem that upset and was still trying to see the funny side of it all.

Some how Becky managed to hobble her way to the theatre the heel of her boot was now horizontal and in danger of falling off completely. BUT here comes the best bit of all. During the show Becky kept fiddling with her dieing footwear and After the show as we walked out from seats I looked down to see my Becky completely bootless in Central London! I cant walk in them , so I might as well go with out. I was gobsmacked as she calmly left the theatre without her boots in just her socks.....I went back and retrieved her boots from under her seat and told her not to be daft, but she told me to carry them for her instead as we made our way home! She rode the tube in socks and only but her boots back on once on the train wow!