Clothes...

...something I've been promising to talk about. But, er, not today.

Hild is occupying all the thinking parts of my brain (yep, even the irrascible parts) so I don't have that rant I promised.

But here's the picture I was going to use with that post: me, in Pearson Park (Hull) in 1987. The jacket I'm wearing, vintage Daks, was, even then, probably twenty years old.

I bought it for 50p from a second-hand shop. I loved it, and still do--it's hanging in my closet. But more on that in a couple of days.