The Quest for the Missing Shoes

Today I had my shoes stolen from outside the clinic. I had to walk 1/2 a mile through the ghetto to buy a new pair. This is the 1st time anyone in the street has really taken any notice of me. Only an English man would be stupid enough to walk these streets with no shoes on.
I managed to get a new pair, bartered the man down from 1.20 to 80p.
Yesterday I went to see a 85yr old woman who had a very nasty ulcer on her leg that would not heal. She was also speaking much gibberish, even though I could not understand her language I could tell she was talking nonsense.
Unfortunately the most important aspect of the case was missed by her daughter and the Dr I was with. They all failed to notice her striking resemblance to Davros the creator and emperor of the DARLEK race.
Last night I got a knock on my door. Tim the ginger German boy next door came offering beer. Went down nicely. I did really well I only mentioned Hitler 17times, actually he mentioned him 1st before talking about his dislike for girls how use too much makeup.
I think I saw a dead man on the side of the road this morning on my way in, I could not be sure. Anyway I was thinking about buying a new cotton shirt so was distracted. It is surprisingly easy how quickly you adjust to such things when you're surrounded by them.
This is a view from Davros's apartment on the 17th floor. I think she is plotting to invade Earth and enslave us all, but is finding it a bit hard with her unhealing leg ulcer.