Now I usually go to the allotments in a ragtag of old clothes that are near the end of their days, scruffy but clean. Somebody who shares my living space decides to clean out the wardrobe and without any consultation dumped loads of stuff that she considered a bit out of fashion. Who needs fashion when they are 70, comfort is my mantra.
So yesterday I had to go dressed as a hipster in skinny jeans with checked shirt and brown boots, but did get out with my spotted neckerchief hidden away under my beard. Not doing a lot today then, was the first remark from the first plot holder doing a fair imitation of a bag lady. Well I proved her wrong as I returned home looking like a well dressed tramp.
Then I got the what are you wearing good clothes like that for gardening, was the remark when I came home. I moaned about the lack of old scruff that had gone missing only to be told they were in her car boot ready for a trip to the tip. I offered to take them to the tip and slipped them all back in the wardrobe when her back was turned. Back to normal today, baggy chinos you can bend in, oversized tee shirt and a pullover that was made when wool was wool. At least I look like a gardener again.
