I don’t know about you, but over the past couple of days I’ve had some trouble warming up. At this rate I will be digging out the thermal underwear garments which have been hidden away up until now following last winter’s holiday.
On Saturday evening, I couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the punters frequenting Wind Street in Swansea were wearing next to nothing.
Yes – bare legs and flimsy tops and certainly no fur coats. And the women were just as bad!
Don’t get me wrong, extremely fashion conscious, but zero practicality.
It’s now dawned on me that I’m at an age where comfort and practicality takes precedent over fashion. Boring to some, I know, but I’d rather be warm and happy than cold and miserable.
Please don’t say that I’m alone on this?