Remember The Old Brown Jacket ...

I shouldn't have worn that beloved old brown jacket for the tv interview.

I wanted to feel as relaxed as possible.  I wanted to feel like me. 

Let's just say, lesson learned.

Gert and I wandered off to Holland a few days before Christmas.  There's an outlet village, full of end-of-line fashion clothing and etc.  Useful when it comes to buying 400euro worth of new jacket (2 very different styles) and preferring to pay just 70euro in total. Two because how do you choose between that funky little fushia pink number and the more classic grey one.

So they're classic and kind of funky.  I should be okay for a while now.

The old brown jacket still hangs in the hall but I shall be more prudent in future.