...you make me hate summer.
I found myself this morning dressing as if donning armour for battle.
Because in sultry south London, a woman's body becomes community property in summer. The level of community ownership is directly proportional to the physical assets that said woman possesses and I possess said assets.
So my message to all of you optical sex-pests that want to mentally undress me when I leave the house:
Stop the ogling!
A quick appreciative glance is flattering.
A 5 minute stare is not only not flattering, it's borderline harassment.
I actually can't take it. It makes me ridiculously self conscious, hence my need to dress like a centurion on occasion.