|My alter-ego this morning!|
It slithered down my leg, fortunately I was wearing my long, calf length dress but even so I knew that the lace and elastic were about to make a final break for freedom.
Do you know how few doorways there are in the City where you can hoick up your stockings? As to a toilet, well just forget it... I had to make do with the desperate, unsbutle clutching of my leg, while approximating a close impersonation of John Cleese with my very own silly walk, frankly more of a limp with a touch of a hunchback thrown in.
I managed to make it to an M&S and pick up a new pair and as I like to live dangerously, no I did not buy tights!
Finally next week I will have been blogging for a year, I would like to get 20,000 hits and am well on course, so thank you for clicking on here today.