whither the weather?

So spring is back, or so it seems. Whether it is or not, I took it at face value this morning and left the house with my tatty old summer jacket. I really, really must buy a proper new jacket: I think I have mentioned before that my tweed one, which is in all other respects in good nick is not fit for duty on account of the bloody great hole around the right kidney level where the rucksack rubbed through it. Trying to replace a tweed (or indeed any) jacket for one of my generous beam is awkward. I shall make the effort properly at the end of June when I go back to Shrewsbury for a family wedding. There is a place there, a proper, old fashioned gentlemen’s outfitter that I know does tweed jackets in my size.

In the meantime I keep one beady eye staring balefully on the weather at all times and veering between coats that are too hot and jackets that are too cool, the curse of spring most years, but prolonged this time around.

I have a couple of chino jackets, one of which I must take to the dry cleaners, but if I dig those out, it will probably mean purchasing a couple of pairs of chino trousers, the several pairs I have are so baggy that even someone who is as careless of fashion as I, tends to embarrassment wearing them. And that was last year. Whilst I haven’t really been making much of an effort, I am marginally (very marginally) more svelte around the middle than this time last year, so they will billow all the more.

I am woefully unprepared for summer. It has taken me by surprise.

Avast!

I post this largely for the benefit of the man who likes pictures of dogs in hats, mr_h_r_hughes.



This is the best picture you will see today of a dog dressed as two pirates carrying a chest.

Probably.