a sprung spring

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What do I wear when the weatherman jovially exclaims that it's going to be the hottest day of the year* so far? Why, I wear exactly what I wear in the winter months, silly, albeit without the coat and with Converse on my feet rather than DMs. Although the latter is simply for comfort and pain appeasement more than style, a student did excitedly say, Look at Poppylicious, rocking those leopard print Converse! I am down with the kids, dontcha know. Incidentally they're not really leopard print. I'm not Kat Moon**. They are grey and sparkly, with a hint of leopard print style as a pattern. Also, they have {grubby} pink ribbons for laces. Actually, I've just glanced down at my toes and they are more leopard print than I thought. Maybe I am Kat Moon. Oh, the indignity. The world through the kitchen window this morning was a disgusting orange-y pink, like an artist had mixed his paint incorrectly. He appears to have rectified this now, but the potholes he has created seem bigger than yesterday and I'm quite sure that telegraph pole shouldn't be leaning at that angle. I just saw an owl! In the sunny morningtime! I am easily excited by the little things in life. But let's return to the clothing situation with which this post began, before my mind went all off-kilter and found tangents. I do not trust that Spring has truly arrived. I've seen how it's been acting in north America, teasing with sunshine and then filling the world with cold white stuff. I will not be caught out! Of course, I haven't yet changed my wardrobe from Winter to Summer, which probably accounts for it too. *smile* * I don't know if the weatherman really said this, I'm just assuming. ** A rather chavtastic middle-aged character from Eastenders, a London based soap opera.