I mentioned before how friendly people are. Quite frequently when we are out in say Landod, I’m asked “What are you wearing?”
Which is a nice complement. This highly trendy quilted shirt/jacket was a snip in the local Hay and Brecon store, but the buttons dropped off, so I tied it up with a bungee. I thought it was inventive and modern and allowed my inner creativity some space, but didn’t detract from my innate elegance and poise.
The conversations usually lead to a debate on clothes and where men about Town buy their wardrobes. They are complete strangers which is nice and welcoming, and they usually end up recommending clothes shops, mostly charities which I find confusing, but I’m sure people are meaning well, and I am sometimes given a coffee or one occasion, a sarnie – past its sell by date but it was OK and I didn’t want to offend.
Once the encounter is over, it takes me some time to find Sandie, not sure why she doesn’t join in and chat along.
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