At the weekend I went clothes shopping – in a charity shop as usual – for a pair of black trousers. Summer weight that I could wear to a band concert. I had refused to wear my winter weight ones the week before so turned up in my shorts. And got some very funny looks. Not sure whether it was the shorts, the long white shirt – the only white top I have, the Tilley hat or the shades; maybe it was the whole ensemble. They said dress for the sun; I took them literally.You wouldn’t normally catch me in black, or white, for that matter. The photo to the right proves that. I’m wearing pink, nearly. And yes, that’s the Tilley hat. And yes, I did travel back to Broxbourne from Gosport dressed like that.
So I selected a few pairs of trousers. Though one pair was heavyweight, not black and probably too small, it was in my selection as it was a lovely fabric. It was tight, but it stretched. And did up. And I could breathe! It was size eight!?
Maybe this has something to do with it: