I’ve begun to discover the sense of satisfaction from having things fixed. Like a pair of shoes. I took two pairs of well-worn brogues to the cobbler last week. Good leather ones with plenty of steps on the clock. The next day, I collected them with new soles and heels. Like new, they were.
There is a woman in Blanchardstown who does clothes alterations. And before Christmas I found an old overcoat that hadn’t been worn much. It had become too big for me – thanks to me running off a few pounds. She altered the overcoat by narrowing off a couple of inches and got the winter out of it.