Yet more disturbingly old-maid behaviour

After my evening ablutions, I thought I'd just pop out and check the post box. For this expedition I threw together an über-casual ensemble of paint-spattered tracksuit pants, flip-flops with socks and an offensively bright blue fluffy hooded top, capped by damp & bedraggled hair.

I'd forgotten that this was the evening rush hour, so in the short walk to the post box I was subjected to intense scrutiny by an enormous procession of crawling cars, as roughly 600 people returned home at the same time after their day's labour. 

Striding purposefully along and staring intently at a distant point seemed the only option.