You can’t find your gloves, so you wear socks on your hands. Not so practical, but at least you’ll be warm this way. They are blue socks, with colourful dinosaurs in a variety of species. They’re a bit distracting, actually. You keep looking down from the road to enumerate the different varieties of beast. A diplodocus! Or is it a brontosaurus? Didn’t they  rename one of those? You swerve. There’s a pterodactyl. Majestic beasts of the sky! Look at the road! There’s a stegosaurus, too. A bus appears beside you, a little too close for comfort. But it’s fine. You try to stop thinking about the dinosaurs. You realise they’re not the most important thing to be concentrating on right now.