When I was a young lad, I was forever growing out of my trousers. Much to my mother’s dismay, either the legs were too short or the waist was too tight, or sometimes both at the same time. Which ever it was it cost a lot of money to buy a new pair before the old ones had worn out. That ment I always had several pairs of nearly new trousers in my wardrobe. Which was a source of confusion when I was rushing to get to school in the morning.
Sixty years on and I have the same problem in reverse. Now I have lost some weight and my height seems to be shrinking. The result is that all of my trousers are either too loose around the waist or too long in the leg, or both. So now I once again have a wardrobe rail lined with trousers that don’t fit me.
What goes around comes around😀
I have been well and truly Trousered !
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what a saying!!! What? who? is trousered, can you find the ‘article’, or are you too busy writing to ‘KILROY’ about the goings on in Westminster? I just wonder, and look forward to the next few blogs? Unless you were taking about your time in short trousers at school, and then looking forward to your fist day at senior school in long trousers.
All to hang out for??? In the wardrobe of stories, and tales of your experiences??
WHOOPS!, we have been here in yesteryear, please note all the attached/listed blogs above- Memories in OLD Age they are wonderful, and remind me of my youth, and inexperience in life’s rich pattern.
Now a married man, father, grandfather and great grandfather, I just wonder? Not what my age group do act and think about! but, ‘MY impression I am creating with the young” The Term crusty ‘OLD FART’ comes to mind! And if I were knitting how many stitches have I lost in this line. KILLROY I never see these days, and it is a minimum of 20p per closet visit, not the ‘one penny’.
Old age and dry rot, but I do enjoy my smiles and grumbles daily visit11 please keep it going. I treasure the thought and have trousered the memories.
What a day to day?? GEE GEES, at the national, a flutter each way for a couple of pound !!! Each way! Either the winner enclosure, or the door step with my begging bowl?? What a chappie I am, i can not define reality from fairy stories; But here is hoping. Good luck with your flutters, and arranged lucky dips on the ‘GRAND NATIONAL.
Dear Oh Dear! Our Nags in the sweepstake are still running: Never mind it was a true flutter.