On the Train into Town
As I stepped from the shower and took the warm soft towel off the heated rail my mind turned to what I should wear today.
It was cold outside but it would be very warm on the crowded train and the restaurant I was going to would be warm as it always was. The forecast also said it would be a warm afternoon
Normally, what to wear wouldn't be an issue, but amongst the group I was meeting for lunch today was a friend of a friend who was very up herself and bitchy to anybody who wasn't as well turned out as her. I didn't want to be the target of her bitchiness.
My choice was to wear something warm and risk arriving at the restaurant as a sweaty mess, or wear something lighter and accept being very cold on the way to the station and from the station to the restaurant.
By the time I had dried off and made my way to the bedroom to dress, I had decided to wear something light and brave the cold. A lightweight knee length dress and a light jacket would do nicely. I decided to chance freezing my legs by not wearing tights.
As I left the house, the icy blast of wind hit me and I began to doubt my choice of clothes, but it was too late to change now.
By the time I reached the station I was shivering and looking forward to the warmth of the train even though I didn't like the crush. The train was a few minutes late and crowded as usual and I struggled to get on. Once on board the heat hit me and I started to warm up.
There were no free seats so I grabbed hold of a strap and spread my legs slightly to maintain my balance. After about five minutes of the hour long journey I began to get very hot and with a struggle managed to take my jacket off and put it between the handles of my bag.