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After work yesterday, I headed off into town to do 'jobs'. Now as we ladies know, this can cover anything from popping into the supermarket through to stocking up on lipstick. In my case, I had three things to do: Drop long boots into the menders for re-heeling Cancel hair appointment Buy bread Now the boots are a sore point. At the end of April, when they are normally packed away, I vow that next year, I will have them re-heeled by the time I want to start wearing them again at the end of September (or August if it's been a bad summer). Every single year in the seven I have owned them, I have finally got round to having them re-heeled in December. This would be after I have performed several pirouettes on wet pavements courtesy of the lack of rubber (ever the safety girl). So now I am without my boots for at least three days. It would have been less, but the mender (I can't use the word cobbler) is closed today. My town must be the only one in the UK which