Julie

Yesterday's burst of domesticity left me feeling quite peculiar, so I tried to rediscover my inner rock chick by almost buying a pair of Doc Martens. I've almost bought boots from Julie several times recently, but when she tells me how good older women look wearing them, I hear someone whispering in my ear "mutton dressed as lamb". It sounds remarkably like my daughter.

I also took my old guitar to Scayles for restringing and removal of the years of dust accumulated while it languished under the wardrobe. Leonard Cohen covers will be played again soon, mutton notwithstanding.