Birthday Boots!

Happy Birthday K.! :- )

I got a text from my cousin on Tuesday night to ask if I could take a trip into town to collect a pair of boots for his good wife. Had to be collected tonight. Apparently this is the only pair in the whole of the UK. Of course I would, no problem. However, as some of you know, I'm a wee bit on the paranoid side and so even though the shops stay open late tonight I was still worried about not making it back home and out to town again in time. This was the main reason for me taking the half day today. Hahaha, of course when I was filling out the holiday request I realised that going back to work tomorrow would be like going back on a Friday after being off sick (why do people do that, I never understand), so I've took it off too! :- ))

It was only when I was wandering up the street sans camera (it looked like rain, although it never came) that I realised his text had said these were a pair of knee high boots. Hmmm... how big a box is this going to be, I thought! Anyway, I dropped into Dune. They are lovely boots K, but oh... my... goodness!

The box wasn't massive, but it was wayyyy to big for a bloke to be comfortable walking down the street with. The proportions were all wrong. Anything that wide has to be that high too. And heavy. You know, something to be carried across the chest because it would break the handles of the bag. Oh yeah, the bag! The box fitted inside it perfectly and it wasn't bag. It was one of those paper/cardboard affairs, with ropey handles. Very fancy. Very... feminine! We've all seen the ladies walking down the street with these oversized bags under their uxters carried like shoulder bags. This was one of those. Carry it like a conventional bag and it was scrapping the ground. The only way you could get away with that was to be wearing peery heels. Yep, this was very much fairer sex packaging.

The only option for me was to wrap the ropes around my hand a couple of times, cutting off the circulation to my fingers and going for it! Hahaha, talk about self conscious. No hiding in the shadows for me. Not walking down the street with this shiny gold bag and it's shiny gold box, with its card stapled receipt in it's wee envelope (oh, did I not mention the receipt)! Best I could do was put my hard as f*ck nails glare on and dare anyone to think there was anything other than a sawed off shotgun in that box! Heh, it seemed to work too (or perhaps it was just the fact that I was walking down the street with a shiny gold box in tow)!!!

Hahaha... the guys are coming over on Saturday and the lovely peeps are taking me out to lunch, but I'll still have to run that gauntlet back into town. Maybe a black bag at least partway! :- )

Well, now to think on tomorrow. A day off. An opportunity to shoot in daylight during the week. I have a couple of ideas for things that I have had in mind for a while, so fingers crossed the weather is good enough... supposed to be white clouds so we'll just need to wait and see!

Hope everyone has a lovely Friday and can relax into the weekend.