Out Of Place

Found myself wearing a jacket today for the first time since 1988, in this country at least. I suppose I might have borrowed one for funerals in the UK over that period. Anyway, I was consorting with the Great and the Good this morning and, frankly, that's not my natural element. It was a bit of a relief to get back onto territory with which I'm familiar and return the jacket to the Cheeky Chappy to whom it belongs. Of course it no longer fits Peter, but I didn't have the effrontery to ask him for it. And considering the effort I'll put into avoiding any possibility of having to wear a jacket again for some years to come, it would be a pretty pointless request.