Today is the Annual Feast of St Trouser.
On this day, my tanned, finely honed athletic legs with their smooth covering of man hair disappear for their annual hibernation in cord and denim - sorry ladies. They've been appearing all Summer but now won't be seen in the public arena again until around May 3rd 2010 when they will be back, white, bald and scrawny like a photo negative of Sir Cliff Richard on another comeback tour.
It doesn't feel comfortable to be encased in heavy cotton trousers (or "pants" for any readers in North America or Heysham) but I will manfully struggle on. What a pity the kilt is not more widely acceptable in social circles so that my knees could go full-time au natural instead of being sandpapered by trousers and starved of light and air. Knees must require light for photosynthesis surely?