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I have boots that lace up either half-way or to the top. I've just realized the draw-back of the half-way option.

I was coming back from the shop, laden with goods, when the laces of each boot decided to get together. It wasn't thirty seconds, but it felt like it was as I was going through the falling process. I had enough time for the sickening realization that I was going to be hurting soon to sink in.

"Jings!"

I lay on the ground looking at the unbroken cider bottle and the battered cheese that I still clutched in my paws. Trying to judge just how bad this was.

[I taught myself to say jings instead of f%^& many years ago, when I started working in a school.]

"What's happened?" My wife rushed out the the door, I'd made something of a clunk as I fell it seemed.

After she'd ascertained that I wasn't too damaged; a bleeding hand, two bleeding knees, a well-damaged ego [wee boys who had been playing footie in the playground were sniggering] the recriminations started.

"For twenty years now I have warned and warned. The irony is that  this time you actually had them tied. Tied in bows that wouldn't be amiss on a four year-old's party dress..."

I like to make my wife happy.