On Wednesday this week I went out and bought myself brand new shoes for work - £55 I could barely afford in Clarks. I loved them. I buy shoes about once every couple of years. I wore them on Thursday.
I've just found them in
Leo's cat basket. They're both covered all over in big scores and deep pockmarks, the leather peeling off them in strips and shreds... they're completely ruined, fit only for the bin. Sometime overnight he's dragged them into his lair and ripped them to bits.
I cried.