Well heeled

I've just been handed today's topic and am rather excited as a result. Obviously the blog authorities have at last heard my plea for suitable workwear and relented at last.

Finally I can take my place amongst the stylish and respectably attired in London's Jermyn Street. I can strut my funky stuff, put my best foot forward, whilst consistently maintaining my brogue vogue. Hailing as I do from Northampton, the home of the British footwear industry (True indeed, the town museum displays a wealth of ancient and not so ancient footwear. Top exhibit award must go to the 1959 Elephants Shoe, made for a re-enactment of Hannibal's Alpine crossing);

I amtherefore thrilled by the prospect  of exquisite hand stitched leather pieces cobbled skilfully together.....

One moment please.....I've just been handed a note from the producers.....

Ah, apparently I was misguided in my sole assumption. It says I am well healed.

Yes, after a long trek along the pathway of recovery, laced with countless dressings, and a few slips on the way, it seems all is well below.
 I am truly well healed.