Sheltered Existence
I lead a sheltered existence on the sink-estate stairwell. It may not be the most salubrious of locations, but at least I am indoors and protected from the elements. I can therefore give my full slavish attention to my menial task in mouth – that of kiss-respecting my betters’ feet and footwear upon command! Here you see me kiss-respecting the sneakers of one of the local residents - Ms Philomena madam Ms Philomenma madam often steps out of her nearby apartment for a quick cigarette I gather that her husband doesn't like her smoking indoors! I am grateful to Ms Philomena's husband, for it affords me the humbling opportunity of kissing his wife's sneakers It is such an honour... ...and one which Ms Philomena madam is not shy about granting me! 'Kiss harder, slave. And look at my SOCK!' Having barked her haughty, unfriendly...