As I was walking past Spar on Tucker Street a woman walking in the opposite direction dressed in a black one piece trouser suit (cat suit? Not really) said "I love what you are wearing."
It makes my day when people say that sort of thing to me. But I find it difficult to say such things myself.
This is what I was, and am, wearing
Edit 19:51:
Here's a clearer picture of the outfit: The skirt was made from a lightweight jumper in te same way as I made one from a child' t-shirt,
Just before going to the City Arms I bought a pair of earrings from the British Heart Foundation that the pretty girl at the till said go well with me necklace. I had my bracelet in mind but she's right.
Sat in the sun reading The Reverend Richard Coles Murder at the Monastery while listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall, all hour and twenty minutes of it. Stopped reading about half way through. I think this is the first time I've listened all the way through in one go in at least twenty years. [media=https://youtu.be/bE4uy4wDEJA]
