I was feeling a touch despondent the other week having made myself face up to bad news on the trousers front. My favourite pair - actually my wedding trousers - had developed a badly placed hole in the pocket on the right hand side. In fact, The Missus and I reached agreement it was time to discard them, in line with our policy of getting lean & mean (as per my New Year Resolution for 2025 which we deemed still operational.)
I suppose it was remembering that said trousers had been tailored by her old friend Azman, in his shop in Peninsula Plaza, that prompted Noi to get out the sewing kit and attempt to remedy the offending gap. And I'm very happy indeed to say the remedy proved successful. I donned the garment throughout the working week and all held steady.
With luck the trousers might just last another three decades.
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