Smelly Shoes

It was one of those mornings when things went a bit fast and I found myself rushing into Uni with a random collection of books half sticking out of my backpack, crispbread breakfast in hand and what is probably best described as interesting hair.

But the worst thing was that I for once had put on my Cat shoes totally forgetting that I had used them in the stables the day before. So I spent the rest of the morning worrying about whether anyone could smell it whilst we were working on a micro group assignment.

At lunchtime I realised my worry was probably a little unfounded. Suddenly a whole group of students entered the canteen and the smell of farmyard animals practically hit us in the face.

Down at the Department of Economics building I almost forget that we are actually at the University of Life Sciences.

I felt like a total hypocrite when I suggested we’d move to get away from the smell...