Shoes

Had to diffuse the tension in an office shoe standoff this afternoon. Turns out the offer to snap said kicks was enough to distract and get the pair of them (people, not shoes) posing away.

This evening we celebrated one of regional telly's finest Borders-and-part-of-Central-Scotland-political-corespondent transitioning into the next age category on questionnaires. I can't even begin to guess at the volume of cocktails, cake and Krispy Kreme that was consumed, but needless to say it was a fun filled night. We barely managed to escape the eventual migration towards SingStar as we ducked out (at a less than pretty reasonable hour) to be in good form for some wedding fun tomorrow.

I wouldn't want to see what the crime scene looks like in the morning...