socks still there
The weather around my home has been glorious today. It was lovely to see all the people in their summer clothes enjoying the sunshine. However my ‘each to their own’ belief was severely tested as it came into conflict with my beliefs about what is appropriate in a particular situation. What people choose to wear is their own buisness versus the attack on my sensibiliities when their choices don’t fit with my idea of correctness. For example is it ok for a person to wear a scarf in the house? Not really if I have to witness it because it makes me feel very uneasy. Is it ok for Frodo to wear a scarf in the house? Definitely not if I have to witness it because it makes me feel very uneasy and sparks off a rush of silent rage inside me. I also have a set impression of how clothes should be worn. The sight of a slipper balancing on Frodo’s toe as he sits crossed legged on the sofa, swinging the offending foot/slipper, brings me close to carrying out a physical assualt.
Today’s clothing episode didn’t involve what people were wearing. It involved what they weren’t wearing. A burst of sunshine and suddenly men are walking down the street with no shirt on! It wasn’t so hot that a thin layer of clothing would be unbearable. In fact one of these men was wearing jeans and a jacket tied round his waist. How hot must his bottom have been? Where’s the logic in stripping off half of your body and wrapping up the other half? An urban street dictates top and trousers (mid thigh shorts an absolute minimum length). It did cross my mind to shout ‘get a shirt on’ out of the car window but I’m rarely that impulsive so I held my feelings in.
Oh Yuk. Just had a very unpleasant experience. I just noticed what appeared to be a spot of chocolate on my t shirt and being a very tidy person (ahem) I immediately scooped it up and popped it in my mouth. My sense of taste sprang into action and I was horrified as it dawned on me that it was in fact a blob of cold conjealed gravy. Having no available receptacle in which to spit it into I had no option but to swallow it. To make matters worse there is an emotional dimension to the physical calamity. Now that I have given the matter a little more thought, I have recalled that the ice cream I had was vanilla not chocolate so I am now feeling rather cross with myself for bringing this whole horrible event upon myself.
Perhaps the impetuous streak that caused me to stick an unknown brown substance into my mouth is the same thing that caused those men to strip off their shirts. There is a lot to be said for not acting on impulse and I suspect there will be a few sun burnt men considering the wisdom of their earlier display of flesh.
No progress on the Grease outfit. If I’d acted on an impulse last night I’d have been sitting here with a home cut short back and sides wondering how I could fashion a quiff with the remaining hair. 24 hours. Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!