Do not tell John,

End of Feb and I had to organise the Notary to witness our signatures to send to the celebrant who is marrying us. It was to be 4.30 in Reading. John was meeting me there on his way home from France. It was Friday Kurt was working so he had the car. I was looking forward to seeing John after his week in France and wanted to look good. John prefers me to wear skirts in preference to trousers, but I feel much more comfy in pants. I looked good if I am allowed to say, hair styled, make up, jewellery and a skirt with boots and the top shall we say a touch revealing. It rained a little as I walked to the railway station, but I had my umbrella and huddled up inside my coat when the wind whipped up and chilled the bones. The train ride from Mortimer to Reading isn’t the most beautiful in regard to scenery but it still is enjoyable for me, I love trains. Having left Mortimer very early I had lots of time to browse the shops, and so went in search for an outfit for the special day.
After hours of ambling from store to store, looking at thousands of dresses and suits I was getting fed up and decided to have a coffee in one of the department stores, sitting quietly sipping the coffee and reading my novel it wasn’t long when I felt the urge to go to the ladies. Now I told you I am usually a trouser girl, I went off to find some relief in a public loo. So off I trotted, and without going into any great detail, found one that was suitable to use. My bag and long coat were hung behind the not so clean door. Now for the nitty gritty when a lady needs to go she must sit, with trousers you drop them but keep them stretched by your legs so they do not hit the dirty floor or keep them on your thighs. But not so easy with the big volumed skirt. You have two choices here…… flip it right up over your head or bulk it up all to one side and hold it. So that means you have only one hand free. Try to tear off toilet paper with one hand it’s not easy, drop the skirt bunched up at the side and you risk it falling into the bowl. Next time I will flip it up my back. The fun I have.
Still half an hour to kill but I wandered off to the solicitors early, I sat in the waiting room and read one page of my book when the receptionist decided she wanted to chat, normally I would be grateful but the book was getting exciting. Hearing all about the extensions in the other office building and how her hours had changed did not make entertaining conversation, making the matter worse John was late from France with delays, my enthusiasm to see him had died some what. The notary was prepared to wait until 5 pm and John bowled in just after. Well I was pleased to see him and to get out of the reception room. John and I were greeted by a very good looking solicitor, I could not help but stare, John remarked a little later that he did nothing for him. Outside the office while putting on my coat, my beautiful John said “by the way you look exceptionally beautiful today” I got all goose pumps. “Let’s go home”.
Two days later I was back in Reading, having discovered that the big department stores can supply you your own personal style advisor for a few hours. How wonderful, my style advisors name was Caroline she was not aggressive or bossy, in fact she was on the quiet side, after explaining I wanted a dress for my wedding that can be worn again as the wedding was going to be very low key, Caroline flew into action. She looked me up and down and asked how I liked green she thinks that is my colour. I was shown a large room with mirrors all around and a single stool in the middle, first she asked me to try on some skirts but she was not happy with the tops she supplied, as apparently I have beautiful shoulders and she wants to show them off. The next item was a halter neck dress with mostly green shades, two hours later I had the dress, shoes, bag, underwear, jacket. Kurt gave his approval before taking me home. That night I gave John a fashion show he was not keen on the jacket and does not like stalls, he loved the dress, so now I have to keep looking for a light jacket.