4 December 1997 - SHOE ELF
I've become an elf in an attempt to assist an elderly shoemaker who is inundated with Christmas requests for trainers, pumps, slingbacks, sandals and creepers.
The shoemaker has no idea that I'm living in a small basket behind his fridge. Whenever he goes to bed at night I do my best to make as many shoes as possible. Unfortunately I am not skilled in the art of cobbling, and my efforts to date have just made a mess. Yesterday the shoemaker thought his workshop had been vandalised.