Poor Mrs B

A few weeks ago I noticed a bald patch at the back of her neck, as if she'd been worried by a cat or something. Now all the feathers have fallen from her head, leaving her bald and skull-like. Things don't look good for her as summer gives way to autumn, with winter lining up behind. I found myself imagining the type of hat she needs. A woolly one that extends down at the sides and ties under her chin.