New York City

Alison Rowat: Flaming June and here is me still wearing my winter coat

It was love at first sight between me and my new winter coat. Lovely colour, luxuriously padded, there was even a clever gizmo to draw the hood off the face; no more walking into lampposts for this gal. But now it is flaming June and I’m still wearing the blooming coat. “What happened to the summer?” asked a neighbour. “Did I blink and miss it?”