This morning was the first properly cold one we've had so far this autumn, with a biting wind whistling through the undergrowth. As I stood on the railway platform it occurred to me that I should have brought my gloves with me. One of my fellow passengers, one of the familiar faces, puzzled me somewhat.
She's in her late thirties. Today she was wearing a short skirt, low-cut top, short-sleeved cardigan...
...and a scarf.
The answer is right there in front of you Kevin.
ReplyDelete...."she"
Who knows what makes these beautiful, but extremely complex, creatures tick?
Woolly scarf, no knickers?
ReplyDeleteA scarf can cover a multitude of sins.
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You are so right Jimmy!
ReplyDeleteGareth: it was round her neck
Scarlet: ditto...
but did she look cute, sugar?;~D xoxoxxo
ReplyDeleteI have an image of Rita Tushingham in some 1960s British movie, and I rather like it.
ReplyDeleteYou must realise Kevin - that these young women who walk round in boob tubes and minis when it's freezing cold are aliens.
ReplyDeleteshe may be beating the cold through the wearing of incredibly large thermal underpants
ReplyDeleteTheir beauty keeps women warm. This knowledge is the fruit of decades of observation.
ReplyDeleteobviously Inkspot has never been to Newcastle....
ReplyDeleteSavannah: she looked damned cold! (-;
ReplyDeleteGadjo: you're right: she'd have looked better in black and white.
Kaz: you raise an important dilemma for me: if I see a woman in her late thirties as being young does that mean I'm still young-ish 'cos I'm not that much older or am I the older for thinking someone that age is young?
worm and Inky demonstrate the eternal tension between man's natural romanticism and the evidence of his eyes on a cold January evening when the pubs are closing.