The story of my left foot and a kindly stranger

While out on my morning “jog” with my four legged jogging partner Monty, (neighbour’s dog), I recently had a problem with my running shoe.

These shoes, while just introduced and never worn previously, are many years old and could possibly have been stored in warm climates when working abroad. After a little more than two miles, the uppers parted from the sole. So I removed the shoe (and sock, as it was also new).

There we were making our way up Maryborough Hill wearing one shoe the other in my hard and one bare foot, when a very kind lady stopped and asked if she could help.