As the Arctic conditions descended on Britain I made the slight error of Tririding across London without gloves last night- never mind, I survived, though also got caught in a nasty rain storm. As Wendy got me this leg warmy rain cover thingy I was saved from certain hypothermia- yet again Wendy to the rescue then – all credit for forward thinking. As I have a life long habit of dressing in the winter as though it’s the summer, I can sometimes get caught out by the cold ( although I never seem to learn my lesson… I just tell myself to man up, rather than wear more warm clothes ).
One day I’ll probably die and people will say we did tell him, and now look, he’s dead.
I’ll blame Pia for giving that tramp my jumper last winter ( from beyond the grave obviously ).