This one is for my Mum – the shoe Queen. Not quite what I think she’d write about, but shoes nevertheless.

Her boots had not only seen better days, but worse too, and in all probability at least one of the world wars. Still, they were sturdy enough – and comfortable, which was the most important thing. She had begun to suspect that they were  held together through sheer will-power and layers of mud which coated what was once a leather surface, but she didn’t care – they had a good few miles left in their soles, and she intended that the boots spend their dying days strapped firmly to her feet.