Deceit

The sun tricked me this morning as it was flaming baltic once I’d got on my bike and started cycling. I was too lazy to return for extra layers and gloves. This would be a good gilet wearing season if the various gilets I own weren’t in Mozambique, friends’ lofts or in a trunk in my sister’s garage. I’m sure I’ll be reunited with one or all of said gilets at some point in the near future.