Today I officially entered the 19th century, as I made use of the services of a Cobbler for the first time. As I have now started work at a job that requires nice shiny shoes, my old boots looked a bit shabby. I polished them and found that the leather is still really good but the heels had worn down. Unwilling as I am to throw some otherwise perfectly good (and expensive!) boots in the bin, I hunted down a strange and wizened Cobbler by the name of Mr Minit, who NAILED some new heel pads on. How cool is that? I now have hob-nailed boots.
I am not a Dustman, however, because I fail to refer to them as 'daisy roots'.
That is all.
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you are a strange, strange man D E White (don't worry, i won't reveal your secret identity!), but that's why i luv ya!
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