I’m celebrating something amazing today. I got kitted out for winter in Scotland and bought a snuggly, padded coat from an army surplus store (with 50% off).
I’m walking around in a duvet and I’m frickin loving it.
I’d heard stories about how wet Glasgow gets but since arriving it’s been sunny and dry. I’ve been swanning around in my autumnal gear. It’s been lush. But when I heard about the storms this weekend I realised I needed something more heavy duty.
So it was a fun experience today, walking out in the sun and warmth to go to a shop, to buy a winter coat, then walk home wearing it in the freezing, driving, rain. Now that worked out well didn’t it?
Glasgow has excelled itself.
But I was snug. I was smiling. I walked through the city beaming brightly, wrapped in my duvet.
It’s lusciously warm and soft. It doesn’t make too much noise when I walk. It makes me feel happy just wearing it. I got sooooo excited about my coat today (Simon got excited about his too). We were like little kids giggling and leaping about celebrating our coats.
I’m grateful to be warm. I’m grateful to have the choice to be warm. I’m grateful to be walking the city in the cleansing rain.
One responsibility that comes with wearing this coat however is this - I have to jump up and down before entering any shop to get all the excess water droplets off. Otherwise I turn into a rain cloud walking down the aisles.
Stay toasty people!