Lousy snow. Horrible rain. I've had to dress "appropriately" for the weather which means I've left the house looking like Grandma in the Giles' cartoons. I had to slink into the office hoping Mr. H. didn't see me in my outerwear. A colleague did mutter "Those boots really work" but I don't think he was being kind.
When I got off the bus one day after work and trying to work out why I was so cold, I looked down at my coat only to discover I had buttoned the darn thing up wrong. Now bear in mind I'd left my office like that, walked 20 minutes through the throngs and rode the bus home before noticing, it fell into place why I'd been lucky enough to be offered a seat. I'd been mistaken for a vagrant. I shouted after the bus "But I sometimes travel in helicopters!!!" but I think this only convinced everyone not only was I a vagrant, but that I was a delusional vagrant.......
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