I don't seem to have much choice...
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Well I did it. Right now, the day is drawing to a close and I'm in a restaurant round the corner from my flat, waiting for my dinner to arrive while my feet quietly throb (or not so quietly from my perspective). The waitress knows me because I used to stop by for a beer on my way home, back when I worked in Vienna. She's also seen me with my partner and with my two pet hairdressers. But she's never seen me in a sexy frock before. She never batted an eyelid when I came in and has been her usual indulgent self, letting me speak Deutsch without, like many Austrians, assuming they need to speak English because I'm a feeble monolingual Brit (I was that to begin with of course).
Anyway, I have some photos, but I don't have time to post them now.