So I'm convalescing. I had a BCC tumour on my snozzle, sounds gross and a little wow but really it was nothing, other than making me look like a cast member of The Wizzard of Oz. OH of course had a melt down during my recruitment process but after lots of letters and phone calls my surgeon reassured them that it was nothing and I wasn't going to keel over on guard duty because of it, they were fine. Well, it's been whipped off by a very nice surgeon from Oxford and the skin graft has taken well. So I'm walking around work scaring all the staff at WYP with the big plaster I have over my nose whilst trying to blend in. At this point, when what they said came to pass, that I won't have a gaping hole in my face to scare the locals but something that looks like I've gone through the front door on my horse ( mounted police will know what I mean) I decided it was time to go get my boots.
Go Outdoors have a huge selection of walking, climbing, and hicking boots. I'm very glad that I don't do this hobby as I think there was rather a lot of kudos in what boots you are trying on and carrying around looking for an assistant. Really, I watched the customers for a while and there's lots of ' mistake there mate' and ' ha! He's going to know about that mistake at one and half thousand feet' looks. Couples were actually sniggering amongst themselves at other people's choices and looking smug at their own£300 purchases.
I looked for the options I had, which basically was a very small stand with 4 different boot styles by Magnum for the conciencious plod. I know there's loads on the internet but I don't have the legs and feet of a model so I need to try them on. My husband will verify that shopping on the Internet just results in lots of unused footwear taking up the bottom of the wardrobe. I'm not good at returning them. Anyway, I took my daughter, a BTP officer to give me some advice. I picked up the Magnum 8.0 Panthas. The rise is quite high and I was hoping they had a selection with a lower ankle support. I could always get the others when I walk off some of that BMI the police doctor was so worried about. They didn't have any and I really wanted to walk around with the other twonks looking smug at my very own boots so I tried them on. Well, they were ace! Comfy, light, they had that area that training school teachers like you to spend hours bulling and the heel was slightly risen so I would get that 'plantar fasciitis' I got from walking for miles just to watch the Tour De Yorkshire scream past at Mach 5. The laces are plenty long enough for me to loosen and still have enough to do a decent bow tie and a handy zip at the side you can use when you have them tied just right with the laces, making it easier and quicker to put them on or take off. The high rise was comfortable, and I actually found that they supported the back of my lower leg. Daughter says she has the same boots and she does actually slightly lean back into the rise when doing standing around operations as it eases her feet a little and keeps the blood flowing.
Downside. I thought they made me look a bit butch. But, a little make up can counter that and anyway, I still wanted to be smug and walk around with my 'real' boots, so I picked them. I enjoyed every moment, even took photos like it was a puppy I had purchased. I didn't even let that customer at the till that was obviously an old timer PC dampen my mood when he saw what I was buying and do that little shake of the head whilst looking at something on the ceiling. It was real now! I had boots and my daughter is right, you don't feel that it's real until you buy and put on your first police boots .
I have been advised of course to start wearing them, break them in, and I will, but for now they are taking pride of place in the living room where I can keep proudly opening the box and looking at those shiny new police boots and tell myself I am, really, I am, doing the right thing