Today, I was going to the Law Talking Job and I decided I needed to look slightly respectable but I was going out to dinner after work with my friend Annabelle and, what with the weather over the last few days, I might become completely freezing.

I don't know if that 80% of heat through the head thing is true but I decided the only thing for it was to take a beanie to work in my handbag.

My friend Annabelle is an emaculate dresser and utterly, disgustingly gorgeous, and so ramming a beanie down over my head that completely clashed with my work clothes would not be good.

So what did I do? I built my outfit around my beanie. My beanie is a lovely deep brown. I wore a brown pashmina, a brown jacket, a maroon top and black legs.

I just looked in my bag. I forgot my beanie.

It's at home on the bench.

I built my outfit around my beanie and I left my beanie at home.

This is, and I'm not sure how, a metaphor. For something. About me being hopeless, surely. Or, you know, left out in the cold due to my own incompetance and despite careful planning.

My beanie is a metaphor. A brown, benched, lonely metaphor, sitting at home wishing it was hanging with its friends Mister Pashmina and Mrs Brown-Coat. I don't know where that leaves me but needless to say: eighty percent colder.

Have a nice weekend!