There I was yesterday morning, sitting huddled up in the car outside our local medical centre, trying to keep warm and waiting. A fairly regular experience.
A car drew up in the disabled space next to mine. A bloke slowly got out. Elderly (although not quite as much as me) and more than a bit overweight. He puffed slowly and with difficulty along the pavement in front of me with his stick, long enough for me to have a good look. Bare arms, bare legs but otherwise protected from the bitter cold by a loose-fitting cotton shirt with a floral pattern, blue, flimsy shorts, no socks, canvas beach shoes.
It brought a familiar thought to me – some people just DON't feel the cold. Either that, or perhaps this old gentleman lived alone and lacked the gentle guidance of a loving partner, uttered softly and with love as he let himself out of the house.
Something like "What the bl****y 'ell do you think you are doing, going out like THAT, you silly old fool - are you going stupid, or wot??!!"
He disappeared through the doors. I hope he got a bit of advice from the g.p. Or perhaps he should join the BHF and listen to Lyn.
Chris