This year, despite a much milder winter, I'm even more impatient. I'm sicksicksick of vests and cardigans and scarves and above all, boots! I'm yearning to buy a nice new pair of summery brogues, and to wear them with print dresses, a straw boater and ankle socks. This Sunday
Here I am stealing my neighbour's garden gate for a quick spot of posing. ("Quick" spot of posing my arse - you wouldn't believe the complicated arrangement of flower pot, brick and wheelie bin involved in taking these photographs, and in full view of the whole street, too!) I always had a secret wish to be Mary from The Secret Garden... I liked her best because she was a sulky brat like me!
Curses, is that my hair going ginger again?!
Dress: Dorothy Perkins sale, in October, when I was very grumpy because the mother had made me spend the last day of my holiday trekking to uninteresting spots in Northumberland, and by the time we got to Morpeth I had mutinied and escaped to Dotty P's and Costa instead of another museum.
Tights: Primark, when I needed yellow tights for a fancy dress costume, except in the end I was Minnie Mouse instead and wore black legs.
T-shirt: H&M, and there isn't an interesting story about that!
For your amusement, here is an out-take where I look like a pregnant lady with a beard:
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a cardigan. Hurry up Spring!