It was already ten past ten and I really did need to leave for the office, but I couldn’t find a suitable pair of shoes to go with my brown trousers. I had packed a pair into my rucksack for indoors, but I could not walk in these ones all the way to Merchiston. I emptied cupboards, drawers and shoe racks in my quest to find a matching left and a right in a brown style for the one hour march across town. My university friend JS helped me. Meanwhile AG-K, barely dressed in a red satin and net ballgown, sat at a computer in the front room, ignoring my plight.