Whenever the sun shines

Whenever the sun shines, my brain decides it’s summer and I’d love to jump into a bikini when going outside in April. And then it turns out that it’s still a bit too cold for those short pants that I have been wearing without inhibitions since I discovered a self-tanner. And then I sit and freeze – for the second day in a row, as a consequence of the last week’s excesses.

Oh, and my shoes were nicknamed at work as wellies. All in all, if you look at them, they are closer to the willies than to the booties