I’d rather be warm and happy than cold and miserable

I DON’T know about you but over the past couple of days I’ve had some trouble warming up.

At this rate, I will be digging out the thermal underwear garments which have been hidden away up until now following my last winter holiday.

On Saturday evening, I couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the punters frequenting Wind

Street in Swansea were wearing next to nothing.

Yes – bare legs and flimsy tops and certainly no fur coats.

And the women were just as bad! Don’t get me wrong, extremely fashion-conscious, but zero practicality.

It’s now dawned on me that I’m at an age where comfort and practicality takes precedent over fashion.

Boring to some, I know, but I’d rather be warm and happy than cold and miserable.

Please don’t say that I’m alone on this?

For the record, it must have been cold last weekend.

As I passed my local councillor, I observed he had his hands in his own pockets. Ha Ha.