Gotta hand it to Life - just when you think you're down, it'll give you a little peck on the cheek.
Had to wear my Master suit for the first time in a while today, travelling to London for a two day conference that starts tomorrow.
The top half of it now fits perfectly, which I'm glad enough about to have done a kind of weird Welsh Happy Dance when it revealed itself to me late last night. I figured if the top half fit, the trousers would be fine...
Oh sure, you're all clever now...
The trousers, when I put them on this morning, were a beautifully graphic representation of where exactly the extra two stone I've lost since I got the Master Suit in September last year has been lost from. They were clown-panty. I grabbed the belt I've been wearing ever since I could wear belts without an extra set of holes drilled into them. Now it was on its last, tightest hole and still it wouldn't keep the clown-pants up. I ended up buying a brand new belt at Paddington station. I toyed with a simple large, wrapping it round myself more times than was strictly decent, but opted for an XL in the end - one size at a timmmmme, sweet Jesus...
I no longer wear XXL belts with extra holes in. I'm now a simple XL belt guy. Mini-whoop in celebration of me.
Spent the night with my pal Wendy and her fiancee Ria, in their place in Ipswich. Tomorrow, conference schmonference, gotta get my ass a -movin'...
At which point I find it's nearly 1AM, so time for me to get...if not my ass movin', then my lungs a-snorin'...
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