Shopping by "price"

I don't want to be rich.
I just want to be in a position where I don't have to sort everything by "price", and stop at the end of the first page when I'm shopping on the internet. I NEED new shoes. I don't mean in the usual woman definition of needing new shoes, I mean I literally don't own any everyday shoes that keep the rain from seeping into my socks from the ground beneath. I have some rather shiny Doc Martins, however I don't feel these are suitable for everyday wearing. I mean, what if I want to wear a skirt or shorts? Which I do when it rains because I can't deal with the way jeans soak up the water and get all heavy and waterlogged. THIS IS NOT A GOOD SITUATION TO BE IN. Everytime I wake up and it's raining, my first thought is "oh, for goodness sake, another wet sock day". I HATE wet socks. They're the devil. If I go to hell, it will just be me wearing permanently wet socks and shoes for the rest of eternity. Grrr.

From next month I'm going to be £108 poorer every month, to pay for services that quite frankly, I do not receive. Okay, so they've finally got around to fixing the street lighting in the area. In such a way that means I would appreciate thicker curtains, because one of the new streetlights is immediately outside my living room window. What if I have guests?! They'll never be able to sleep in such a light room! Someone should have asked first, or at least warned us. Just saying. At least now I can walk up my road at night without fear of being stabbed/mugged/tripped up/stepping on a snail/walking in deep puddles/standing in rubbish.

Other services the council offer (that I do not receive when I feel I should): 
The fire service. Where were they when our bins were on fire?
The police. Again, where the hell were they when our bins got set on fire? I nearly got a hernia of rage when the lady on the phone when I was asking for  new bin asked for an incident number, then lectured me about notifying the police about crimes and arson and such like.
The bin men. AGAIN. Where the hell are they? My bins have been emptied ONCE since the beginning of June. My road is disgusting to the point that I have to walk in the ROAD where there are CARS to even get to the end of my street because the pavements are too disgusting and smelly and pest-ridden.
The ability to demand the correct amount of council tax from me in a simple, and easy to understand manner, including any discounts that I am entitled to. My council tax bill has given me a literal headache. My property is band A. So I pay £964.56 a year, over ten months. I work out this to be £96.46 a month (I even used a calculator to make super, extra sure). So why are they asking for £108 a month? I don't get it. PLUS, as the only council tax payer in my household I should get 25% discount, but they've not applied this either, even though I'm the only person named on the bill. WHY ARE THEY SO WIERD AND INCOMPETENT?!

I'm not paying it until they get it right.