Sharp knees

It seems I have sharp knees.

Dad wore jeans, or "dungers" all day to work on the farm. I was chuffed to be just like him. I wonder if I subconsciously chose a job where I could do the same.

Ever since I was wee I've gone through my jeans at the knee. We used to cut a patch out of an old pair and glue it in behind, 'til that wore through, and then another, and another, and so on until it was hard to tell where the original jeans started and the patches stopped.

There was something special about those worn and patched up jeans. New ones never felt quite the same.