Price of Fashion

I am wearing a rather fabulous embroidered blue shirt recently purchased in Melbourne. The trouble is that with this rather brisk weather I have nipples as hard as rocks which are now rubbing against the stitching - giving me rather tough and tender tit-ends.

Hoping to soothe the pain, I licked my thumbs and rubbed my nipples, after a couple of minutes and a few odd stares, I realised I looked like a dirty old man in 'Confessions of a Window Cleaner'.

If this is what jogger's nipple feels like, I am never exercising again.