stevendoig

Think two nights on the trot attempting WILD knackered me, a pretty sound sleep with one boring snippet;

Man in tracksuit comes into the shop - asks to hire a pair of brogues for himself. I ask what size and he says 3. I stare at his feet thinking that they don't look that small, and am about to head up the back to get a pair when he decides he might buy instead. I clearly mind having my hands on a pair of 3 and a halfs. Then I woke up...