"What are you doing?" asked the Old Bat.
I told her I planned to take the dog for a walk - the first since last Monday as my legs have not been up to it since then.
"Are you sure that's sensible?"
"I'll be OK and she needs to stretch her legs."
I struggled to get a pair of outsize socks on feet that looked like miniature barrage balloons and stuff said feet into a pair of shoes. Out in the car I saw the temperature registered 23.5. That might not seem more than merely warm to some people, but when it's as humid as it is today, that's hot in England!
By the time I had struggled round part of the park I had to agree with the Old Bat. This was just not sensible. But who wants sensible all the time? And anyway, the dog enjoyed it.