Queenslander

7.30am, Kenmore Shopping Centre.  Just parked, then another car pulls up , beside mine.   Its driver, alights, from the ground up wearing thongs, shorts and T-shirt, quintessential Queenslander chic.  I'm wearing closed shoes, socks and trousers and  my torso is layered with a singlet, long sleeved shirt and hoodie. Self doubt invades my consciousness.  Could my defensive clothing be a sympton of a demented imagination?  I check my I- phone - temperature: 8C