However, it got back to me via a mutual friend that a neighbour thought I was a fool. Whether this was because I wrote a letter, openly admitting that I envy women in their flowing skirts on hot days and that I'd like to do likewise, or just the fact that I do wear skirts (and sarongs, and kilts), I do not know.
Personally, I don't care what he thinks (he may be surprised by some of the thoughts I have about him

My thinking is that occasionally someone has to stand up and say what others are reluctant to say or admit. That's why I'm usually the one who asks the idiot question in a meeting - and it has happened that someone has said afterwards that he's glad I asked the question, because he didn't want to look daft by asking.
As I said to my wife "I may be fool, but I'm a happy fool"
Charlie