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Dressing for Summer
Wednesday 10th April 2013Robin mowed the lawns for the first time this year on Monday and what a difference it makes to the look of the place - and to the morale, funnily enough. It's had the same effect on our spirits as a good haircut.
That was the first sign that the endless winter might finally be over. The second comes today when - with the sudden warmth - I find that I am only wearing three layers of clothing, a reduction of more than 50 percent on the last few months when for much of the time I have felt like one of those over-wrapped up children whose many coats and jerseys stop them from putting their arms down by their sides.
Which puts me in mind of an Isle of Wight truism - pointed out to Robin last weekend when we dressed in black tie for a celebratory dinner in our local yacht club.
Here on the Isle of Wight we are studiedly informal. The Ugg boot rather than the Jimmy Choo is our friend, denim rather than diamante our style.
Still when we go to the North Island - and in particular to London - we make an effort. Usually quite a big effort and we tend to set off feeling a little uncomfortable but none the less quite proud of ourselves in our fineries, brought out and dusted down for the occasion.
All goes well until we get to, let's say Guildford, whereat having finished the newspaper, we fold it up, look around us and almost immediately feel the clammy hand of dismay clutch our hearts.
What looked so fine and dandy against the safe, comfortable backdrop of the Island doesn't quite cut it in a metropolis. You can take the mouse out of the country but you can't......
This is such a common problem that the vain among us are considering investing in a changing room in Guildford so that we can start all over again!
In the meantime, the eldest son has just announced that he is going to paint the croquet hoops for the Two Ticks tea garden today and I am going to wash the mattress that softens its hammock.
Spring is really on the way.