Angel on The Slopes…

… It’s feeling very Christmassy in town.

As I type this it’s starting to snow here. (It was forecast).

We went shopping (walked).
I was wearing a pair of those fingerless gloves. Not just the gloves, obviously. (Someone had recommended them). I had thought they’d be useful for camera days. They are cashmere and beautiful.
Did they keep me warm?
As the much missed Victoria Wood might have said, ‘did they bog roll?’.
To add insult to frost bite, on the way back from the shops, I realised they were not on my hands. I did the usual, ‘oh no, I’ve left them at the checkout, I’ll have to go back’, stuff. Also emptied the shopping bag out onto a nearby bench (in case I’d forgotten I’d put them in there)…
Then realised they were up my wrists, where they had wandered, unencumbered by knitted fingers. Just tubes. Like little corsets with no gusset. (Gusset: ‘a piece of material sewn into a garment to strengthen or enlarge a part of it’.. Why does it sound so rude?).

Enough rambling.
I have shopping to unpack and a fire to light.