Tickly Cough

• Posted by Rachel de Blanc February 2, 2009 Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs 995 views
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  On a fairly full bus yesterday I noticed an embroidered petty-coat hemline and heavily jewel encrusted hands of a fellow passenger. As she read the News of The World she travelled across North London within her own private but yet public world, brave enough to allow herself out to play, to step outside into another place.
  
  Thankfully the cold weather and warm hearts of the other passengers gave this person some privacy, but I’m afraid to say that I felt sympathetic and concerned.
  
  I was concerned that the over-elaborate manifestation of femininity would draw attention to her and provoke attention. I was concerned about that person’s welfare and state-of-mind. I was sympathetic because I could appreciate what had driven her was beyond her control and not timetabled.
  
  I left the bus and couldn’t help but reflect upon the choice of clothes, the wig and the jewellery. But I did that from the comfort of a coward’s disguise.
  
  It was her cough that couldn’t be hidden. I hope it clears up soon, so that she can read her paper in privacy.