|Not a bad suit, see, but there were no|
trousers left. And wearing the jacket with
non-matching trousers made me look...
Well, like me.
To this end I wandered to the shopping centres of the nearest big city to where we live. This, in itself, was something of a selfish action that I announced without preamble after our visitors had left. To her credit Tilly said it was fine and off I went with my Christmas money and some extra cash cobbled together from various sources. I spent time wandering trying to find a Next store and failed, then found it right next (ha) door to Debenhams, my original target. I rapidly discovered that full new suits at full price were totally beyond my price range, beginning at £99 for shiny and shitty ones and then cresting to about £150 for something that I would like to wear. Ha ha, of course.
|I really, honestly, would rather I|
could find something like this.
The racks were full. Women, it
appears do not buy suits in Boxing Day
In Next I found some rather nice jackets but they did not fit my much fatter frame. I have gone from a 36" chest through 38" to 40" L. Right. Some of the better fitting jackets were actually 42" R. Blimey. It explains why my existing suits don't hang right, certainly, and why the buttons have taken something of a pounding. Alas, being me, I have come long after the Boxing Day sales and, as a consequence, they have been picked through. By an hour in I was looking for trousers first and then at anything that might be the same shade at all. All that did was to bring out how much the trousers and the jackets do not match. This wouldn't be so bad for casual wear but for a Head of Department in teaching I suspect that much comment would be made and much merriment made at my expense. I am not good at that game and tend to get nasty when it's played. Ergo, no go. I also looked like a complete idiot in Debenhams asking if a jacket I liked had matching trousers to be told with a smile, but a tone that left me in no doubt about my idiocy, that it was a sport's jacket and not a suit jacket.
I came home after wasting two hours in selfish pursuit of a suit, a type of clothing I loathe, through traffic to screaming children, no work done (my work that is, of course, I had been out 'shopping') and nothing to show for the waste of fuel and time. Great. I think that about sums up what I think about 2015 so far.