…I am wearing the sort of skirt that is designed to make me take short, delicate steps. Not happening. I’m making “flap-flap” noises as I walk the corridor at work. I need to take a pair of scissors and a sewing machine to it and make a split up the back (then I can also stop hitching it up every time I need to walk quickly).
Voice in my head: Di Derre – Sommergutta (Martin’s fault entirely, luckily it’s a song I like)