Tore my stockings cycling to work. Ran into nearest chemist and in a mad rush bought the first pair I could find and change into using Westminster Tubes cramped and dimly lit bathroom. After power-walking halfway through the Houses of Parliament, and trying to ignore several quizzical looks from security guards, a disapproving look from a huddle of back-bench MPs, I suddenly realised after receiving admiring nods of approval from a Chinese school group that in the full glare of sunlight my supposed light beige bare-look stockings were actually covered in an alarmingly large amount of glittery flecks in the shape of hearts and butterflies complete with stars zig-zagging down the back of both legs. Perfect if I was a a scrunchy-wearing tween attending an 80s-themed roller-blade disco. Not so perfect if Im going to be working at the heart of the Great British government for the day. I spent the next 10 minutes acting like a ninja, hopping from shadow to shadow avoiding the sunlight like Edward Cullen, running between pillars, hiding behind plinths and seeking refuge behind statues of dead politicians, only emerging when the coast was clear until I found another equally cramped and dimly lit bathroom to change..... #FirstWorldProblems
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 15:05:12 +0000
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