Well, a few days ago I had another terrifying experience and one which will once again take some time, and no doubt a certain amount of counselling to recover from!
I must first explain the state of mind I was in that day because, much as what I did was inexcusable, I would like to claim some element of insanity. I had had a ridiculously busy few days off the back of a busy few weeks. In fact I had not had a proper day off for almost 3 weeks and was feeling the strain.
I awoke in the morning to realise that in 10 minutes I was scheduled to be giving a computer lesson down at the church so in a half asleep state fumbled around and jumped into Duncan’s car to head down to the church.
It was as I was driving that the shameful, unimaginably awful moment of realisation occurred to me. I was thinking, “driving this car seems strange this morning...it feels a bit weird...”
I looked down, and lo and behold....and please brace yourself my friends because this was a scenario I had never fully prepared myself for....I was wearing SOCKS AND SANDALS!!!!
It was a terrible, terrible moment best described by the famous words towards the end of the classic Vietnam war film, Apocalypse Now: “The horror......the horror.....”
Please pray for me friends, it may be many months before I can face society again
3 comments:
Oh, oh, the shame, obviously the true Brit taste of clothes is beginning to show. When will it be the tied hanky on the head? Hmmm? Thought we had brought you up with the French flair for chic.
What's wrong with socks and sandals? I do it all the time, although I think I use flip flops. It never lasts long though. Jessie inevitably catches a glimpse of the infamy and straightens me up. :)
J.
I must have misunderstood. I was under the impression that socks & sandals were all that you were wearing. That would be truly horrible even though socks & sandals with clothes on runs a close second.
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