Saying goodbye to old friends.

Yes today came the day when I threw my old, dirty Reebok classics away.
I have been putting it off and putting it off, using excuses like they are easy to slip on to take the trash out, to run to the store etc.
They were so worn that there was barely any imprint on the soles (not good in icy situations), a little tear had appeared above the left big toe, which allowed a flash of sock now and again whilst I walked. Bearing in mind I rarely wear white socks, I have an aversion to all things white, no my socks are bright, pink, lilac, acid green etc.

In short they were once bright white, now grey and scuffed. WP has been on at me forever to ditch them he bought me some new tennis shoes, which are great but I hate to throw things away. he would never be seen dead in a pair of white tennis shoes unless they were just that white.
Thats where we differ, he is neat (where clothing is concerned) I like to be a scruff.

Today I ran out to post a letter in my old pals upon my return I spotted a large patch of ice on the grass, I couldn't resist, I had to walk over it. it broke, spraying thin watery mud all over my shoes, and into the hole above my toe.

I took them off outside the door and left them in the hall.
Then I went back out, looked at them and bit the bullet, they are now in the trash can...

Goodbye old friends I knew thee well.