I am fifteen and at that awkward age when it is possible to be embarrassed by almost anything. On Christmas Day we are invited to drinks and nibbles by our neighbours, though my Mum insists that we do not indulge too much as it will spoil our dinner. I nervously sip at a sherry and sit down by the side of the sofa. As I reach back to sit down I feel the neighbours cat and begin to stroke it.
After several minutes I look back and to my horror discover that it isn't the cat that I have been stroking after all but my next door neighbours feet encased as they are in his fake fur Christmas slippers..............