The Man With A Long Chin's Diary


Shoe Elf


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.

5 December 1997 - SHOE ELF

I'm desperately trying to help an elderly shoemaker with his order of shoes, without him knowing. This is despite the fact that I don't know how to make shoes.

Last night, rather than waste more of the man's materials, I transformed a dozen shoe boxes into special cardboard shoes. I threaded wool through some holes in the lid, and wrote the word "Mike" on the side. Unfortunately, the shoemaker didn't appear to notice, and just threw the box shoes in the fire.

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