Home. Home again. I like to be here when I ca-a-a-an.
Shopping in Bournemouth today and I notice women of all ages from 18 to 60 all dressed in similar clothing styles. There are no "Juniors" or "Misses" sections in the clothing stores. It's all mixed. Consequently, women my age (45) aren't doomed to safe outfits like twinsets and slacks or to certain stores. I saw a £100 pair of bright blue Doc Martens I would've liked to buy, and a whole load of other outfits I'd like to wear. But I'd only be able to wear them here because if I wore them in Georgia I'd be accused of being a cougar.
Hoping to dodge the showers tomorrow and head over to Old Harry Rocks (Handfast Point).
Computer time is limited this time around but I hope to note more pseudo-foreign observations soon.