See – I do own one pair of trousers…
Also, this cardi was £7 in the sales – I feel it’s done it’s time already!
It was definitely raining when I left for London this morning. Raining, not snowing, not hailing, not sleeting. I don’t think I’ve ever before been pleased to see rain in my life!
See, I’d had a minor dilemma in the footwear department. I was going to the BETT show, and simply couldn’t make wellies look professional, but neither could I abide the thought of an entire day spent with wet feet. So, the only option open to me seemed to be my cheap plastic cowboy boots. Because, being cheap and therefore plastic, they’re also waterproof!
Waterproof – and completely without grip.
I’ve been feeling quite smug about the fact that I, Caroline, she of the high school nickname “break-a-leg” because I was ALWAYS on crutches, have managed to last out The Big Freeze without falling over. I’ve seen others fall over, I’ve even helped a couple get up again, and for the first time I wasn’t the one on the floor.
Of course, the first thing I did when I walked out of the front door this morning was slip on the ice. It hadn’t actually thawed as yet, and as I’ve said, my shoes were entirely without grip.
Note, though, that I didn’t say that I slipped over. I somehow managed to turn the slip into a glide, which took me pretty much all the way down to the road. Where the blessed rain was thankfully washing away the remaining ice.
I have to say, after the initial split second’s panic I quite enjoyed the glide! It was how I imagine ice skating would feel if I had any degree of balance… Of course, last time I tried to skate I somehow got stuck in a spin and had to take out a passing stranger to stop myself. I’m not a natural…
But that’s not the point. By the time I got back to Le Spa tonight the majority of the ice had disappeared. And my record remains in tact. Let me say it once here for posterity’s sake:
I, break-a-leg, lasted out the 2010 Big Freeze without falling over once!