Baggy trousers...

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You'll be very pleased to hear that the husband survived my wrath after the Night of The Missing Trousers.  

What has been most surprising is the number of friends, who having read yesterday's ramblings, now announce that they have spare dinner suits (ranging from 'only worn a couple of times' to 'never worn at all') in their wardrobes.  I've decided that it's a very strange thing about dinner suits.  It doesn't matter what size the wearer is, whether he be 6'3" or 5'10", a 34" waist or 32" inside leg, because apparently one size fits all.  The most recent offer of a pair of trousers came from the husband of a wonderful friend who has the misfortune to wear what I consider to be square trousers.  What are these I hear you ask.  Well, he has a 54"waist and a 27" inside leg...so you do the maths..

Thinking about these trousers, although the offer was a lovely one, they would definitely have been no good.  Lengthwise, they weren't far off the mark, as the husband has an armadillo-like inside leg of 29".  But the waist? If he'd been able to find his black belt, which had also gone missing on Saturday, then perhaps it might have been doable, but I'm not too sure that looking like one of those 1970's toilet roll holders would have been acceptable in the upper echelons of Henley society.

As it was, the husband did look rather dashing (if not skint) and as the dinner suit was so expensive, I have taken on the role of carer while it resides here.  

My first job is to take it to the dry cleaners - as you know, the husband and I are very keen on the Lindy Hop, and on Saturday night there was a live band playing called King Pleasure and the Biscuit Boys.  Well this was right up our alley, and a most pleasant hour was spent with the husband hurling me around the floor.  Toes were crushed and drinks were spilled in our takeover of the dance floor and by the end of it, the two of us looked like we'd gone through a car was (without a car) so his new suit and my dress both need a little TLC.

Once the suit is back here, it will be living in my wardrobe on a permanent basis as the husband can't be trusted to look after his important clothes.

Even last night, he was still worrying as to who had borrowed his suit.

We shall never know...



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