I am a foot soldier. I prefer to walk whenever possible. When Edie and I are heading into town, the route we follow takes us past this piece of graffiti. It never fails to give me a quiet chuckle. So when my eyebrows need waxing, I am makeup free, I have just chucked my hair up (as per the norm) and I'm wearing my 'I just don't care anymore' comfortable shoes - this timely little reminder flashes under the wheels of the pram. Makes me wonder ... what was the graffiti artist wearing? A ball gown?