Shuropody

There are some things that just seem to happen to you as you get older. One of those is the inevitable bad back. Another is a constant pain in your knees. The big third would probably be pain in your feet. Or it could be just that my grandmother could complain for Wales if she wasn’t too busy moaning about the pain in her back/​knees/​feet to go train.
When you’re that old, and all the world is on your shoulders, it behooves you to choose one of your younger relatives to assist you in getting yourself sorted. And so, I arrived in Shuropody. The slightly irreverent name aside, this place is all about the business of getting you shoes that make your feet stop hurting, and with my grandmother, they were all about the lavished attention. She came away with shoes that significantly helped her, and I came away with a cheerful grandmother (cheerful because she now didn’t have to moan about her feet, and so could devote extra energy to moaning about the prices of things today).