Do you remember my brown Fair Isle sweater? It was the first garment Gail knitted for me and I am still fond of it.
I thought it would be a nice change to wear it to the park yesterday morning. Can you believe what Gail said?
"Bertie, are you quite sure? I fear that jumper is a little tight these days. You are, may I remind you, a wee bit 'sturdier' than back in 2015."
Readers, I contend that I am in NO WAY sturdier (which we all know is a polite way of saying 'fatter') and if the jumper is tighter it is surely 'cos Gail shrank it in the wash...
Gail then went on to make matters worse.
"You wouldn't want to be like one of those undignified human males who insist on wearing the close-fitting clothes of their younger days, despite having acquired a generous layer business-lunch induced insulation, would you? When I worked for a company in Central London one of my colleagues would ask what is the most stressful job in Enterprise Oil, then would answer his own question saying that it's being one of Ian ******'s shirt buttons..."
Really, this was taking things too far. I reminded Gail how since her retirement, and the best part of a year of lockdown, I have had more exercise than ever before, and am now as lithe and well-toned as any nearly eleven year old wire-haired fox terrier.
The pictures taken during yesterday's walk tell the rest of the story.
