My missing conference pack had been sent to the wrong address in error. I tore open the envelope so that I could change into my outfit immediately.

LM looked on in horror as I squeezed my feet into the tiny red transparent plastic high-heeled sandals.

LM had to say something because she was duty-bound to stop me making a fool of myself. Only a certain type of man could get away with the Minnie Mouse look at a conference, she explained, and I was not of that type.