I’m just looking at this picture of a women on a narrowboat, going over the Pontcysyllte Aquaduct.
She’s wearing safety shoes, old (too short) jeans, a second hand jacket, a cheap Aldi hat and working gloves that are at least a size too big.
And wonder: is she the same person as the one in the dress with the red roses? With high heals, tights, a gorgeous dress, stylish coiffure, and expensive earrings?
On a day like yesterday (cold, windy, rain) I can only vaguely remember being dressed normal. Well, normal? Normal for 63 year old women, I mean.
Sometimes I feel like I’m a complete different person.
Do I give a damn…?