Never trust a man in a shell suit

2008-01-14

I was being a bit slow this morning - in more ways than one, as Liz and I headed off on our morning run. So, of course, I was wearing tracksuit bottoms, and at the weekend I had bought a black windproof top with a hood, which I was sporting as we headed out of the village. We were jogging past one of the outposts of the Royal Agricultural College just as a carload of ruddy-faced students drove out. Winding down the window, one of them cried - in a friendly enough way I should add - "I assume you're running!" I responded with in a suitably nondescript manner and we went our separate ways.

It was only ten minutes later when I realised the alternative - horror of horrors - was that I had actually chosen to be dressed like that. With some relief the rain hit and I managed to muddy myself up enough to justify my purchase. Oh well.