the perfect middle-aged saturday
Dear reader,
It's Friday afternoon. The sun is shining through my open window and it's lovely and warm on my bare arms. I can hear the whirr of a strimmer on the allotments below.
I'm wearing baggy blue Levis (hot tip—I always buy Levis in international airports for £40), a soft navy T-shirt and some black Crocs.
Crocs are ugly. There is no doubt. But they…