Her head was like this
An older woman with a felt beret, shades, coloured scarves and a puffer jacket to her friend (daughter? ) Anyway, to someone younger, but similarly clothed:
“But it was really all about her head. Which was like this!”
I was running past so turned too late to see what the head was ‘like’. The woman’s hands were falling back to her side. Perhaps she had held her hands up to her own head? Or perhaps she had pointed at the stone balls on the gate posts behind her?
I will never know. Nor will you.