Unchartered waters

Something is rotten in the state of London....

Today when I went in to my boss's office to get a letter signed, he sat back in his chair and had a a5 minute conversation with me about cooking and fashion. This, from a man who can barely bring himself to say hello to me in the morning. I'm a little concerned that he's:

a) found my blog
b) about to have a breakdown
c) found out something about my health

To be fair, the conversation was 3 minutes on the topic of cooking (ie. what a great cook he is and how he does all the cooking at home, followed by a mumbled concession that 'ok, my wife cooks sometimes as well') and 2 minutes of asking why 'all you young people wear trousers that drag along the ground, I mean, is that the fashion now, why do you do it, you pick up half the street and walk around with it, and what about those people who just cut the ends off their jeans, it boggles me'

I thanked him for calling me young and told him that I liked the length of my trousers and especially liked how various parts of the street accompany me on my journeying by way of clinging to the hems of each leg.

He was still bewildered and in his befuddlement even told me I could pp the letter I'd brought in. This NEVER happens. The bewilderment was as much my answer as the fact that we'd both conversed on a non-work topic in a civilised manner.

I'm still a little confused myself. I think I need a lie down.