Maybe I’ll take the window seat for the afternoon. It’s sitting next to me, all available and that. I can cast my gaze down upon the passers-by and rue being in a stuffy old office.
Maybe that’s worse, now I think about it. At least here i don’t have to look at the outsiders, swanning about in their coats (and where’s my coat? Not been despatched yet! it will be *spring* by the time I receive my bought-for-winter coat) and looking like they’re enjoying the brittle February sun.