I must be honest
I have never really been known for a David Niven-esque debonair " look"
Last night it was freezing, so I went to bed with more clothes on than I had worn during the day.
This morning I just threw on wellies and slogged through dawn jobs then swapped wellies for crocs so I could pop down to the vets to collect some pre ordered antibiotics
Now next to the vets is a small supermarket, and as I wandered around clutching my scotch egg two pack and bag of bagels ( before you say anything...I have been saving all of my weightwatcher pro points over a week for this little treat) I heard someone sing out a chirpy " hello John"
The greeting came from one of the consultant anaesthetists from work ( who was standing in line with a pile of French sticks and a few bottles of expensive red), and I couldn't help noticing that he was giving my grubby track suit bottoms, lurid socks with crocks and grotty anorak the once over
"You in work today?" He asked politely
Luckily he spotted the irony, when I wagged my crocs at him and said
" no I'm off to church"
Well , as it turned out..I am not in fact off to church.....I am off to clean the carpets with an all singing, all dancing " finally get rid of those doggy smells" vax machine, kindly lent to me by another local affable despot Greta ( below)
Love the hat!