Dear Diary (01)

Dear Diary,

last night I was invited to a proper diner into a proper restaurant.
Unfortunately I had just put my only pair of warm shoes into plaster to take a cast of them.
That's why I left the house in borrowed 45-sized shoes.
When I felt the waitress' gaze on my feet I didn't even start to explain.
It suddenly felt very absurd.

Your's,
XXX