Hat Attack

This is my floofy winter hat. Now that it is summer...well, summer, ha ha ha ,  now that we are in double digits, I no longer need this hat to be hanging on the hat stand. I decided to take our leather jackets, The Hubby's winter parka, and my hat up to the loft.
The loft is accessed by a pull down ladder.
To facilitate things, I put my floofy hat on my head .

Shortly after this, the man who delivers our fish arrived.
It was earlyish, and I was still in my dressing gown and bare feet , for which I apologised.
'Don't worry love' said he, gallantly
'You look lovely'

Half an hour later I went up to the bedroom, caught sight of myself in the mirror... yes, I still was wearing the hat.