Scorn is not a word I have in my language, either in German or english. I have never used it, not even for politicians. I leave it to the horses to show their scorn in their own way. Today I seem to really have writer’s block. It must be the wonderful spring weather.
I was in town and the youngsters were out and about so I could tank up on the latest fashions. I am glad that I am no longer a dedicated follower of fashion. It seems that short leather boots, combined with black nylons and a very short tight skirt, which more resembles a longer shirt is the latest cry for the women. The men? They do not really bother and stay in the blue jeans short or long according to the weather. When I got home I described to Mr. Swiss what seems to be the latest female cry in fashion.
What did he say? He found it looks quite good, I suppose he would. I must really now be a golden oldie. Perhaps I should change my outfit to something more modern. Then I would probably become an object of scorn, even for Mr. Swiss.