Saturday, 8 January 2011
I lost my gloves in November on a bus to Heathrow.
(long story, not that interesting)
Anyway, there was a thing called Xmas, and life was busy. So I had put off buying a new pair until this morning. Riding back from work in the relative warmth of Spring,
(in other words, the rain, not snow)
I spied a 24 hour supermarket.
There, amongst the fluorescent lights and the automatic checkouts, where human souls no longer sit and stare blankly into space, were a pair of gloves.
They were woolly, warm, not waterproof.
(you cannot have everything in life, can you?)
But, they were cheap.
So, along with some fruits and some bin liners, I bought them. And now have toasty warm hands when I ride the bicycle!
(the clapped out piece of crap that is...)