Saturday 5th March – Major leg show in Costa

I’d arrived in Manchester over an hour early to meet a friend for lunch because. Early, because I wanted to call in to the bank. It was freezing and so I went straight to Costa. I got myself and coffee, found a seat and sent my friend a text telling her to meet my there.

I was clothes shopping and so I wore one of my button-through dresses. They’re easy to get on and off, in fact I don’t even need to take it off completely to try trousers and skirts on. Which is very convenient. Under the dress I wore only a pair of sheer, black tights – no other underwear. Of course I wore a warm, woolen coat.

In Costa, I managed to get a seat towards the back were people would pass me to get to the loo. I already had three buttons undone, I had done from leaving the house, which allowed the dress to fall completely open and show my leg right to the top of my thigh when I sat. I pulled the right hand half of the dress over the top my thigh, leaving the left side hanging down.

I do this often as I like to think it looks like I think I’ve got myself covered. Obviously, I know very well I haven’t. I sat drinking the coffee and reading my Kindle, hoping that people were getting to see my leg. I’m pretty sure they must have.