Caught in the act

Caught in the act

Today I jauntily headed into whatever awaited me in a summer suit. Clearly this was mind numbingly stupid but, to be fair, probably connected to my recent overseas trip.

So imagine my state of mind when the railway crossing closed just as I arrived having fetched my lunch and already discovered that my clothing choice had been total misplaced stupidity. I stood at said crossing for what seemed like five hours, 52 minutes and 12 seconds, and considered the height of my poor judgement.

My nose is still cold.

A X