Sucker in a three piece...
Why is it that you forget things as the season changes? It was a misty Autumn morning walk with the woofers today, and for the first time in many weeks, I donned the wellies. Tucking my trousers into my socks (cropped trousers have a habit of riding up) I stepped out into the long grass of the meadow and headed out for a walk. And then I remembered. When you tuck your short trousers into your long socks, it is the cue for a battle, with whoever has the stronger grip being the outright winner. Now you'd think that up against a cheap pair of old socks from the supermarket my trouser waistband would be the victor in this particular battle. But what I hadn't considered is that since I have been avoiding the foods which give me migraines (almost five months now) I have lost almost two stone in weight. Add into the mix that I have a self-inflicted embargo of no new clothes or shoes this year, and you'll understand where I'm going here. Halfway around