She opened the cupboard on the landing and sighed.
What hat should she wear ? There was a choice of four: a bowler hat, a large straw summer hat, a rather fetching Philip Tracy ensemble or a velvet scrunch hat.
Neither were really suitable for her proposed unicycle antics, but "needs must where the devil drives" she muttered under her breath, and grabbed the velvet scrunch hat in her favourite colour, green. Cramming it on her head, she raced down the six flights of stairs to her front door, grabbed the unicycle from its cupboard and marched out defiantly, daring the miserable neighbours to make any comment at all as she mounted the unicycle and set off rather wobbily down the steep hill, determined to win her bet and claim her prize, a large bottle of Blue Bombay Sapphire gin, which would come in handy for the next time the Vicar called for afternoon tea........