I cycled to work yesterday, as usual taking clothes to change into when I got to the office – a nice neatly folded white shirt, to accompany the dark trousers that permanently reside in the office, a matching tie, and I finally grabbed a pair of folded dark socks from my sock draw. My choice of socks was not fully revealed until I went to change into them in the office;
The socks caused some amusement in the office. Rather than be in trouble with Chantal for stretching them, I opted to spend the day in my light grey and white cycling socks, which, I am told, do not coordinate well with dark trousers.
On a totally unrelated issue, I was strolling through the city centre yesterday lunchtime, when I smelled the delicious aroma of roast pork and crackling. I looked up to see that I was passing a tanning salon….
Hopefully the odour was wafting from the hotel several doors away, rather than a customer who had been left just a tad too long on a sunbed.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
