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? For the record, it must have been cold last weekend. As I passed my local councillor, I observed he had his hands in his own pockets. Just sayin’ . . .