Saturday 9th January – Leg show in Manchester

Husband was still lying in bed when I was up and getting ready to go out to meet a friend in Manchester. I’d pulled on a new pair of sheer black tights and put my high heeled boots on before any other clothing and was standing at the mirror putting my make-up on. After all these years he still loves to see me in tights without knickers and I knew I was teasing him by walking round in just tights and high heeled boots. He was trying to tempt me back in to bed but I was having none of it. I had a train to catch.

Make-up all sorted, I picked a nice thin cashmere polo neck, a pale yellow one, and teased Husband once more by making sure he knew I was braless and once I’d managed to find the shortish black, button-through skirt I wanted to wear, I grabbed my coat and forced him out of bed to give me a lift to the station.

It was too cold for me to take my coat off on the train, but with two buttons undone, I was showing my legs to the max. I left the buttons undone for the day as I walked around the shops, had coffees and lunch.