Trousered

I seem to be having a Bad Trousers Week.

On Tuesday, the fly button came off the my pair of black pseudo-Rohans that I do a lot of sitting around the house in.

On Wednesday, one of the braces buttons came off on the trousers of my decent suit. Yes, I have a second set of trousers for that suit, but they were not exactly to hand.

Today, I noticed that I have almost worn through the crotch of my normal-wear blue uniform trousers, which thus need short-term patching followed by replacement. (Yes, I can go to clothing stores and buy a new pair, but because I am nicely between standard sizes they will need tailoring.)

There seems to be some sort of global conspiracy to let the world see my underwear. Fortunately, bugshaw made me get rid of the less tasteful stuff as a condition of marriage...

MC

Any Colour You Like As Long As It's Battleship Grey

For Sale: One Amphibious Assault Ship. Only one owner, fairly high mileage but full service history. A bit big for inland cruising, but has a large landing craft dock that might make a nice nightclub (if you want a floodable dancefloor). New owner must promise not to invade any coastal nations as a condition of sale.

MC