Working away again this week. Got into Nottingham earlier and missus rang me. ‘I tidied your wardrobe earlier and guess what I found?.’ Me, sweating (although I’ve got nothing to hide, for some reason I was worried), ‘err, what have you found?.
‘One blue trainer and one grey one’, she says.
‘Ahh [Poor language removed], well they’re both the same type so I’ll just wear them and look a bit daft’.
I’ve just unpacked, and they’re both right feet.
Getting a taxi into town at six for tea.
I’ve got a choice of my minging work boots/two different colour right feet Gazelles, or my running shoes, which I’m now going running in, so they will be soaked in sweat.