212 Steps

Now I wasn't really a fan of Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility, but something strikes me about the way that women in period dramas walk happily up, down and even across the street without a care.

Head held high, smiling beautifully, singing sometimes, constantly returning "top of the mornings to you" with complete strangers regardless of the weather and the activities taking place around them.

How fantastic it would be if the 212 steps from the door of the Plaza to Sainsbury's for the Echo could be taken in the same carefree manner.

When did the world change? When did a yellow vest and a backward hard hat turn young men into brainless sex pests? Why do they share the same unfunny quips that turn what should be a pleasant walk into a nightmare? Looking up has its difficulties, counting the steps is a godsend and the coat is an absolute must (regardless of the weather).

Believe me when I say my coat would not look so good on the bedroom floor and to be honest, when it's raining I don't need any help with my wet clothes and by the way I do know where I have been all his life, crossing over the road.

Yes, laws exist for the protection of employees from over-familiar clients and the use of terms such as "luv", "darling" and, God forbid, "sweetheart". But what protects the public (well, women really) from the high-vizzed abuse that accompanies the 212 steps? Short answer - zilch.

Anyway it's Ladies' Day at Chester races today- 'live' and 'in hope' spring to mind!

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