Banner will smash!

Now see, at lunchtime, I was standing outside the building having a smoke and watching French tourists flying down the street all a-giggle in a Mary Poppins' nanny sort of way as the wind took them. This was all very jolly and the wind was all a-shriek and a-blow and that was that. Well, that and the little whirlwinds of dust and dried leaves that continually cavorted around the footpath.

For all the rain we'd had in the morning, you'd never have known it; the pavement was bone dry.

I habitually wear a tweed jacket to work, except when it is very hot in the summer. Since it is neither, there I was with jacket number two. It really rather needs replacing, but it's comfy in a brow-beaten sort of way and most of the wear-related defects are in the lining, so only I know they're there. Of the two jackets I rotate for work purposes, number two was ever the more snug fitting. When I decided to button it up for the short walk across to M&S, I discovered to my horror that it appears to have shrunk over Christmas and New Year. I mean it still buttons up and all, but somewhat more snugly than I tend to like. It now fits rather like one of Bruce Banner's does when he's angry. But not when he's got so angry that he's split it; more the few moments just before the buttons pop and the seams part and the fire hydrants start to bend and cars overturn.

I need a new jacket, I guess. Or fewer sandwiches. Or both.

Banner will smash!

Now see, at lunchtime, I was standing outside the building having a smoke and watching French tourists flying down the street all a-giggle in a Mary Poppins' nanny sort of way as the wind took them. This was all very jolly and the wind was all a-shriek and a-blow and that was that. Well, that and the little whirlwinds of dust and dried leaves that continually cavorted around the footpath.

For all the rain we'd had in the morning, you'd never have known it; the pavement was bone dry.

I habitually wear a tweed jacket to work, except when it is very hot in the summer. Since it is neither, there I was with jacket number two. It really rather needs replacing, but it's comfy in a brow-beaten sort of way and most of the wear-related defects are in the lining, so only I know they're there. Of the two jackets I rotate for work purposes, number two was ever the more snug fitting. When I decided to button it up for the short walk across to M&S, I discovered to my horror that it appears to have shrunk over Christmas and New Year. I mean it still buttons up and all, but somewhat more snugly than I tend to like. It now fits rather like one of Bruce Banner's does when he's angry. But not when he's got so angry that he's split it; more the few moments just before the buttons pop and the seams part and the fire hydrants start to bend and cars overturn.

I need a new jacket, I guess. Or fewer sandwiches. Or both.