Bad Ankles

On my way into work I popped into the local primary school (via the non-CRB cleared entrance naturally) to drop of the measuring trundle thing Fliss borrowed. My suggestion that I could have used the MyTracks GPS trace and walked around the allotment had been met with a raised eyebrow.

There is something wrong with my right ankle, specifically how it fits into my rather fine walking boots. If I don’t carefully place the tongue on the right and secure it tightly it tends to migrate across and rub rather painfully on the mutant prominence on the left. Any advice on better solutions gratefully received.