all sensible young ladies would have put their midriff-baring tops away for the Winter and have brought their woolly jumpers out of mothballs.
On a chilly grey morning in my local town earlier in the week, my first visit in a couple of months, a sizeable proportion of the 15 to 25 year old population seemed to be of the opinion that mid October was the appropriate season of the year to to have not just their navels, but large swathes of surrounding skin as well, exposed to the elements.
My Granny would have had a fit, and would probably have gone out issuing vests to all and sundry. But, then, maybe I'm turning into my Granny, although I don't know where I would find the vests!