Short sleeve top today. Shame I don't smoke, or I'd have tucked a pack of 20 into one rolled-up sleeve, just to show all these soft southerners.
I'm told I'm hard to buy presents for. Friends and family complain about it. This Christmas, one particular person's gift to me was delayed by the weather. And delayed again - some people's distribution/paperwork systems seem to have taken a while to recover. It finally arrived today and was promptly opened. "Oh, wow!" I think to myself, "I'll use those right away". Quick bit of fettling and I'm off, after which the distractions of the daily commute make me forget about them. Near the end of the trip, a motorcyclist draws level to me and tries to engage my attention. I assume he wants to talk about the asshole coming the other way who, having pulled into our lane to overtake a truck, didn't feel in a hurry to return to his own lane and had brushed past us both. He gesticulates vigorously, poninting downwards. "Oh, no," I think, "what's gone wrong with the bike?" "Nice shoes, mate!" he says, "Where did they come from?" "Um, Dromarti." "Really nice. Class." he replies and speeds off.
See? I'm not hard to buy for.
They are
very nice. Thank you.