A Day in the Life of a Boot Addict
Hi! My name is Gus. Gus the Boot. Waterproof shearling boots, to be precise. Size 7. Tough exterior. Fluffy interior. Basically the Jason Statham of winter footwear with the emotional depth of a heated blanket. I’ve been stepped on, left under pub tables, and forced to share wardrobe space with... (shudders)... canvas trainers. But I’ve survived. Thrived, even. And you know why? Because I was made for British weather. Rain? I laugh. Sleet? I scoff. Mud? That’s my skincare routine. Tuesday last week, she wore me to the shops. Classic drizzle, wind strong enough to launch a pigeon into orbit. Meanwhile, my mate Greg, the suede sheepskin slipper, was crying in the cupboard because someone left the window open. Poor lad. Not all of us are built for the battlefield. Let’s get one thing straight. Waterproof shearling boots like me aren’t just a shoe choice. We’re a lifestyle. We’re the warm hug for your feet when your umbrella’s flipped and your tea’s gone cold. And we don’t discriminate. W...