The Only Dork in this Village
On Sunday, I cycled into the village to buy the papers. When I got out on the road, I realised I was wearing white socks with black shoes. Peter is philosophically opposed to white socks but I grew up wearing white socks and saddle shoes, so I am fashion-impaired in the socks and shoes department.
Having been told that introducing myself and being friendly is important in these early days, I made an extra effort to remember to do so. I've become conditioned to just get through tasks with the minimum in human interaction and time wasting. Slowing down and talking to people is something I have to think about.
I was pleased with my first efforts though and learned the names of a few of the shopkeepers. I also waved to drivers and said 'good morning' to a few pedestrians. It was all very friendly and pleasant.
It wasn't until I got home that I realised I was wearing two different shoes. Similar in style and the same colour, but different shoes nonetheless. I have to face the fact – I'm the only dork in this village.