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Many years ago I'd bought a new pair of trainers from somewhere in Lincoln when visiting Lincolnshire over the winter festive period but had been only wearing them inside until we next went to Ayr, whereupon I took them outside for a test scuttle and almost immediately stepped in a dogshit somewhere between Nickys parents' house and the park. They would later turn out to be the most comfortable (and best-smelling, despite their unfortunate start) trainers ever until they started to stretch and warp in their later years. Nicky had first worn these today at her parents' and hadn't even been as far as the end of their drive before they were unfortunately similarly soiled, though it was fortunately noticed and remedied before we sat in a car with them for two hours.