Spring wind and dodgy clothes

On the way into Edinburgh to help do adjustments at Rowena's yoga class. It was all to happen around Noah's dinnertime and bedtime, so was a bit of a test to see how he would cope without me being around for bedtime milk; or at least a bit late.
So I finished the class, rushed out into the cold evening, not having bothered to change out of my yoga (cropped) trousers, and sporting socks and crocs-basically looking quite ridiculous, expecting to find Gordon slightly frantic, with a screaming Noah in the back of the car. Of course there was no sign of them, I phoned only to be told, 'just leaving now', so headed off down London road to meet them.(in my outfit)
A stranger laughed out loud at me. I like to think he was drunk, or mad. But I think he was just honest!