So, I found myself on the 6.33 train to Leicester this morning to attend a seminar on Development Agreements and Urban Regeneration. Irritatingly, that train left me with over an hour to kill in Leicester before the seminar started but the later train arrived 15 minutes late which I thought would be a bit too rude!
On arriving in Leicester my previous usual option for killing an hour - heading to a cafe or a Wetherspoons for a hearty breakfast - was strangely not terribly attractive. What to do??
I had been reading Bill Bryson's latest travel book about his recent travels around the UK, "The Road to Little Dribbling" (just finished it - very good despite the title). Now Bill, were he to find himself with a spare hour in a strange city, would head out there and see what he could see. So that is what I did. I was wearing comfy trainers and the sun was shining brilliantly - no excuse not to go for a walk.
I was curious as to whether Leicester City's amazing season in the Premiership and possible victory would be visible in the city centre. It was but not much. This wedding hire shop had 2 window displays fully blue and whited up to the eyeballs - good show!
(I know this statue has nothing to do with this season but it does show some civic commitment to sport I suppose.)
Before this latest diet I would not have used my hour as well. I would have sat in a dark pub or cafe and eaten unwisely. I must remember that this is a much better and more enjoyable use of my time.
As well as the walk, I popped into M&S and tried on some clothes to see where I am sizewise. The answer is - puzzled. I tried a selection of 18s - tops, jumpers and cropped trousers. They all fitted in the sense that they went on and were not overly tight or baggy. However, none fitted properly or flattered me in any way. But, even stranger, they all failed to fit in a different way! One top skimmed my waist and hips nicely but looked weird around the arms and bust. Another fitted fine on the shoulders and bust but bagged out like a weird, un-guy-roped tent around the middle. The jumper went on but just looked ridiculous like some sort of hemp sausage casing. The trousers were probably the best, just about fitting around hips and bum, baggy on waist and tight around the thighs (sigh).
No purchases were made and that may be the end of any shopping trips for me for a while. I don't care as I don't really give a damn about clothes etc but I seem to have a gap in my wardrobe coming up once my present clothes become tooo loose (which is imminent) so I'll have to do something or I'm going to look very scruffy until I'm into the next size down of which I have loads.