A couple of days ago I noticed that the stitching on Reuben’s shoe was coming apart. My response to this came from two places.
First, I was brought up with the attitude that we should always try to mend something first, rather than simply throwing it away. After all, there really is no ‘away’—it’s just over there, somewhere.
Second, I was brought up in Selkirk which was historically famous for its shoe makers, or in Scots: souters.
So I got my needle and thread out and re-stitched Reuben’s shoe.