Keeping the Wolf from the Door

Walking home from Place Flagey just now I got rather emphatically wolf-whistled.  I have not been wolf-whistled in decades.  It was a bit confusing, so I waited till he'd passed and looked behind me.  No leggy twenty year olds.  No-one, in fact.  What with the "Bonjour Princesse" on Avenue de Tervueren the other day as well, I'm beginning to think there is a market in Brux for banana-smeared tired women of an advanced age. 

So I did the only thing one could do under the circumstances, and went into Cock's Fresh for my shopping.