Treefen’s bloggerversary
I’m feeling nervous with yet more job applications going out, so I have decided to submit something to an ickle fiction competition … just to take my mind off things *sigh*

The Examination
As Dave stood there in his bathrobe and woolly socks, it occurred to him that he was inappropriately dressed for the occasion. It wasn’t that his papers were not in order; he had stood outside checking through them for the last ickle while. It wasn’t even that he felt nervous about what was to come. It was just that everybody was looking at him in that particular tone of voice that put him in mind of blue, strawberry flavoured spaghetti.
He checked through the list of things that he required for the examination, and then looked once more at the other men sitting in the waiting room, clutching portfolios similar to his own.

“Dave”, called the receptionist, “you may go through now.”

Dave assumed the verisimilitude of courage and insouciance as he strolled towards the door at the far end, though he felt increasingly bothered by the way in which the other men raked his attire with what Dave felt to be disdain.
It was only as he went through the door that he realised that their problem was his socks. They were the footed equivalent of Joseph’s technicolour dream coat and had been crafted from the finest hand-spun, hand-dyed, hand-made (with extra love and gusseting) by his clever wife, and were not the sort of singularly boring socks that other men wore.
This sudden realisation made Dave feel so much better that he quite perked up …in a much better frame of mind to finally face the proctologist.