A celebration

Ah the nutter on the bus. But nice for all that. He was very disappointed as no one was at Speakers Corner today. Wanted white middle class women to run the world and repeatedly called me lady, how nice. Amongst his nuggets of information was the fact he had been banned from the Cuban Embassy as he had donated, over time, over 300 shopping trolleys of clothes and they got fed up with him. Slightly sad though as he tells me.. my wife WAS a wonderful woman...

So the reason for going out? The shorts I bought from Primark in Sefridges on Monday, in a size 12, were too big so I needed to change them for a size 10, soooo satisfying. So not only do they fit but they are tighter and shorter than the size twelve. Reeeesult. Of course being in celebratory mood I stopped off in the food department and bought something for lunch I have been promising myself for absolutely ages.
This is no ordinary sausage roll, this is more meat than pastry, this is Gloucestershire Old Spot, no pink splurge wrapped in acres of dry pastry here. Will I finish it? Well I did, but the mustard is not necessary I have to say and I really should have had something else with it, but apart from that delicious.

Never throw things away

I should cocoa ! The frock fits again! The Berkertex black with white spot cocktail frock. You remember, the size 12. That is size TWELVE, read it and weep my dears, tight where it is meant to be tight etc, etc. Pictures will follow. Oh the made to measure Stan the leather man leather kilt fits perfectly too !

How big?

Well what do you know? Off today up town again nice and early. Into Primark for a pair of basketball boots in black and white. Before we get to the shoe department madam sees some jeggings and gets me to buy myself a pair. Just to be on the safe side we get a pair in size 14 and with wishful thinking a pair of size 12. Now seeing as she got herself a pair too you would think we could do a twinses act but no this is still not allowed, no going out dressed with her in tow. Well not until our holiday anyway. So out of there and into M&S for a look see, coffee in Pret but no bacon butty allowed or cakie-bit, boo hoo. Aaaanyway then its Selfridges. Down to the basement where I spot this divine suitcase a snip at £428. Well not so much a snip more a chop off the bank account ! Off we go to the denim section again where madam gets yet another pair of jeans, size 14 already ! A stroll round womens fashions of course where I frighten myself to death when I find out the price of that white and black McQueen skirt, £1235 yes that's right £1235, the decimal point is not missing! Aaaaanyway we get home and lo and behold the size 12 baby pink jeggings..... fit, RAH!