Old-Fashioned Fruitcake
2020 already? How did that happen?
But now that I think about it, there have been one or two things happen in the last ten years.
I graduated with an MA in Creative Writing (Scriptwriting) – the beginning of a year of unemployment.
I gained a statistically significant other (and wrote a few hundred emails to him in aforementioned year of unemployment).
I got a job at last – the Dreaded Day Job.
I got engaged, moved cities and started my new job (it was a very busy few days).
Continue & Comment“I will not continue in a job which involves being kissed by worms like Claude Bates. No, no, no, sir!”
Mr Wrenn raised a shocked and wrathful face.
“He kissed you?”
“Yes. You had an article in the Home Companion last week, uncle, saying what a holy and beautiful thing the first kiss is. Well, Claude Bates’s wasn’t. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing a dressing-gown. Also, he was pallid and greenish, and looked as if he had been out all night. Anything less beautiful and holy I never saw.”
“He kissed you! What did you do?”
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Some people enjoy shoe shopping, and who knows? I might be one of them, if there was any chance of me actually finding what I am looking for. It has been about seven years since I last found a suitable pair of footwear in a shop, and even those were one size too large (but since they’re boots, I tend to wear them with thicker socks anyway, so it works).
What I want is not, I would have thought, excessive or unreasonable. What I want is only one pair of Just Right shoes: a plain neat pair of brown leather shoes in size 5 1/2.
My favourite shoe shop’s nearest equivalent (aside from the Ideal Pair which briefly appeared in only one width: narrower than most), was a clunky pair of broad-soled shoes in brown leather and purple snakeskin with neon orange stitching and laces. I am tempted to suspect that this may have something to do with why they are now in the hands of administrators.