I’d sell my sole for help

SHOE-WEAR­ERS OF THE FAR NORTH NEED COM­PEN­SA­TION. SHOES BOUGHT JUST MONTHS AGO ARE THE LAT­EST CA­SU­AL­TIES AND MUST EI­THER BE RE­HEELED OR SENT TO THE WHEELIE BIN, THUS START­ING A NEW PUR­CHASE CY­CLE.

The Weekend Post - - Views - JEN­NIFER SPILS­BURY EDI­TOR, CAIRNS POST

Dear Mr Scott Morrison. I know you have a lot of pres­sure on you in the lead-up to Tues­day’s Fed­eral Bud­get but so do I. Th­ese are chal­leng­ing times and we are all hav­ing to make ends meet. Elec­tric­ity bills, gro­cery bills, child­care costs, mort­gage, hus­band’s new golf clubs. It all adds up you know. While ev­ery state and elec­torate nips at your pol­ished heels for a share of the tax­payer straw­berry pie I’m think­ing of my own soles. Mr Morrison, I need you to help with an­other big strain on my fam­ily’s hip pocket. My shoes just don’t last in the Far North. And I know I’m not alone. For the past three years since I moved back to Cairns I’ve out­laid hard-earned cash on work shoes only to have buck­les break, outer lin­ings dis­in­te­grate and worst of all, heels wear down to their steel spikes within mere months. At first I put it down to my deep, dark se­cret af­flic­tion — I’m a heavy walker.

You see Mr Morrison, I came out of the womb stomp­ing.

Fam­ily homes with beau­ti­ful tim­ber floors were no match for me and led to sleep­less nights for the rest of the house­hold when­ever I got up dur­ing the night.

While I’m not a waif, my size doesn’t fit my heavy foot­fall.

I have given up play­ing hide and seek with my daugh­ter; I could never find her be­cause she heard me com­ing from a mile away. But now Mr Morrison, I’ve learnt it may not be my fault at all.

Cairns cobbler Alan McLeod has high­lighted to­day what can threaten new shoe-lovers’ bud­gets.

Male or fe­male, light or heavy walker, shoe-wear­ers of the Far North need com­pen­sa­tion.

Shoes bought just months ago are the lat­est ca­su­al­ties and must ei­ther be re­heeled or sent to the wheelie bin, thus start­ing a new pur­chase cy­cle.

Mr McLeod says our heels are no match for the trop­i­cal heat – melt­ing away plas­tic soles be­fore our eyes.

This is all with­out men­tion­ing Cairns Re­gional Coun­cil’s long-term love af­fair with the hum­ble paver in the CBD. (Clearly who­ever de­signed some of the foot­paths was ei­ther a thong-lov­ing or flat shoe-wear­ing man and not a pro­fes­sional and/or fash­ion­able woman.)

Then there are the cracks and un­even bits of con­crete ...

I don’t wish to be too crit­i­cal Mr Morrison – I love this city – but I’m des­per­ate.

Mel­bourne has been pledged $5 bil­lion for an air­port rail link, Townsville is build­ing a shiny new shrine for JT and $500 mil­lion will go to­wards sav­ing the Reef – all very wor­thy projects.

How­ever, I ask that you stop for a mo­ment and ig­nore that we are true rub­ber-thong heart­land and un­der­stand that we ac­tu­ally do own shoes other than Hava­ianas.

So I beg you Mr Trea­surer, please con­sider a size­able sub­sidy for the Far North to help keep our prized (and pretty) footwear in won­der­ful con­di­tion for longer than a few months. Yours sin­cerely, Jen “Stom­per” Spils­bury.

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