Coat Hunt

I woke up on Saturday, determined to have a "me" day. Living alone, this is relatively easy. I didn't want to just mope around at home and end up doing housework or something equally enthralling, so I decided to go out for the day.

Okay, where to... Bright idea, and one quick phone call later and I was set to meet up with a friend for lunch. So we met, and caught up on news or the lack of news, and had a pleasant time scoffing lasagna in a little Italian restaurant decorated with lots of plastic ivy. Then we meandered round the shops, me looking for a winter coat. The one I had on is fine for going to work in but I want something a bit smarter for other days. I've a fancy evening coat for special occasions but that's too dressy for everyday wear.

You'd think it would be easy to find a suitable coat. First, I hate beige but I also hate make-your-eyes-bleed colours. And I don't want something which will be out of fashion by next year. And being short, many coats are too long on me. I look like Mr Magoo in a trench coat. I'm not into these huge padded things which make me look two feet wider, like an old immersion heater with feet.

In the end, I bought some dog treats. 

And then on Monday I popped into Asda for a few bits of groceries, and there was my new coat almost waving at me from a rail. Well, it's nearly the coat I wanted, except that it's a summer-weight jacket. But it's a happy start.

Somewhere, someday, I'll find my winter coat.