R.I.P.

R.I.P. My Dear Blundstones.

You have served me well these last 7 years, I am very sorry I put my foot entirely through your toe this morning.

I feel like my heart has turned to leather and become unstitched too.

I don't know who to curse for this tragedy. I have not been so distraught and confused since I discovered they put Braille on drive through bank machines in America. Why?! What blind person is driving?!!!

We have taken good care of each other, I will never be able to replace you (sentimentally and financially).

I hope you enjoy a long and prosperous afterlife at Vermont South tip.

Goodbye xx