Categories: ramblings
Date: 08 February 2007 13:06:32
So, the snow in Rosamundiville this morning was deep enough that I have wet ankles (Gore-Tex lined boots, so lovely dry feet, but wet ankles where the snow came over the top of them). On my trundle to the station, I was wearing aforesaid boots, knee-high socks striped in a variety of jolly pastel colours, thick tights, longish skirt, top, jumper, scarf, long coat, hat and gloves.
As I was walking down the main road, there was a woman in front of me who had clearly got up this morning, looked out the window and thought "oh, the perfect weather for sequinned ballet slippers, no tights, and a mini skirt."
And it was a different woman to the woman last time it snowed.