Shiny Shiny, Shiny Boots of PVC...

I'm still here folks - sorry about the prolonged absence. The problem is that I actually have so much work to do at The Institute that not only posting during paid, working hours is almost impossible, but I find it hard to retain any memories of what actually goes on in there. I walk out at 5:00 and ask myself: who am I? What am I doing here? What the fuck is going on?

Anyway, I had a particularly embarrassing encounter yesterday.

We have had builders now permanently destroying what used to be my office for several weeks. One of them commented the other day on the fact that I wear different shoes every day. I was surprised, as men don't often notice shoes. When he said he had a shoe fetish, I told him 'Oh well, just as well that you never saw the boots I wear in winter then'. Then I ran off. And then, it dawned on me: these builders have been here for months and I'm sure he's already seen my vast array of shiny boots. Oh well. I will try to avoid him for the next few weeks, but it's difficult because the only available fridge where I can put my lunch is in the old office.

Comments

[Hywel.]

Men. Damned if we do. Damned if we don't.

[Terri]

Maybe you could get a pair of shoe covers like they have in hospitals.

[Greg]

You need to turn up in a hugh pair of dirty steel toe-capped DMs - as he's a builder, that might actually turn him off.