The first spot of blue sky all day.

I had glimpsed my new dream coat last weekend in the St Hubert strip--black and sleek, snug and stylin--and I've been dreaming up super-fabulous outfits ever since. Today I at last tried it on to find the zipper was sticking, the cut was bad, and the AWFUL-looking hood didn't even close. When the salesman told me I'd look cool holding it together with one hand I just HAD to leave and was still laughing when I bumped into a friend on his way to his banjo gig in the cafe at the foot of my street.