I have layers.

When you're looking at this photo, imagine you are my next door neighbour, peeping through a hole in the wall, probably massively turned on by goings-on chez Pedestrian.

Fun, no?

Not that my neighbour's a sex pest or anything. He's actually quite a nice man called Pat. He has a bird feeder, which he refills regularly with proper bird seed you get from the garden centre. Not just bits of old toast and gone-off cereal, like I give them.

Aaaaanyway.

I've denim-y, zippy layers. Denim layer dress, €19, Penney's.