The Trainer

Recently I’ve developed a squeaky trainer, the left trainer of my favourite white trainers. It never used to squeak, it just started one day when it rained and hasn’t stopped since. Initially I was able to just shift my weight slightly to the outside and it would stop but now those days are gone. It just squeaks….all the time.

This morning my Walkman ran out of battery on the way to work. This meant that I had to listen to the squeak of my trainer. It’s one thing making the rest of the world listen to my squeak as I walk to work in the morning but for me to have to listen to it is a different matter altogether, that’s just plain rude.

It is also impacting on my plans to start a second career as a cat burglar.

Squeaky Trainer