I also realised I needed a pair of shoes, for as the poet, Shelly I think, says,
If you go to interviews
Then you must wear a pair of shoes.
For 'tis a fact both sad and true
Boots won't do!
So I reached every charity shop in town with no success until I found a nasty pair of black shoes in the Animal Rescue shop. You would hope that the animal rescue shop would be a huge wooden boat run by a white bearded old hand with his wife and children, wouldn't you? But it wasn't. It was a shop like all the others with a surly fox behind the counter in the disguise of a surly woman. So I was overcharged by 50p for the nasty shoes. I wrote at length on the nature of the words 'nasty' and 'nice' and the strange fact that it appears that no good shoes are ever thrown away, no matter how worn out, or simply that the nation has appalling taste in foot ware, but an accidental tap of a key deleted it all. But you can imagine.
Now on to more interesting things. I cannot decide if the two-nosed dog story is a hoax or not. On the whole it appears to be true and because of the Col. Fawcett connection I am happy to believe it until I have good evidence to the contrary.
But what do you make of this?