MrSmith2U
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Gentleman,
I wish I could say the morning found me in good spirits; alas not. No more than one of the Queen's hours ago I saw a sight which chilled me to the marrow. The premature Talisker resting beside me has worked its calming wonders.
Upon returning from the local market with the Good Lady Wife's provisions order for the weekend, I ran into my erstwhile good neighbour of some fifteen years, Mr de Y. Amicable chat ensued and upon going our separate ways, he bent to retrieve a loose weed from the path. As he did so I couldn't help noticing his ankle wear. Attempting to span the cavernous divide between his very respectable brown Oxford Church's and a rather formal - even by my standards for a Saturday morning in these days of denim wear, Prince of Wales three-piece check, were what I can only describe as white towelling sporting socks with a most unconvincing tick symbol upon them.
When a chap's spouse of several decade passes, I can understand how a small degree of carelessness could creep into ones daily routine and appearance; to me, this is taking things too far.
So, in a cry for help, as his actions surely were meant to be interpreted, I am willing to convey, in my most diplomatic manner, sartorial suggestions to remedy this problem. I myself have been known to sport an adventurous Argyle with a similar outfit, for example; although I suffered a low level headache for the major part of the day.
I await in eagerness your wisdom,
Ever yours,
Smith
I wish I could say the morning found me in good spirits; alas not. No more than one of the Queen's hours ago I saw a sight which chilled me to the marrow. The premature Talisker resting beside me has worked its calming wonders.
Upon returning from the local market with the Good Lady Wife's provisions order for the weekend, I ran into my erstwhile good neighbour of some fifteen years, Mr de Y. Amicable chat ensued and upon going our separate ways, he bent to retrieve a loose weed from the path. As he did so I couldn't help noticing his ankle wear. Attempting to span the cavernous divide between his very respectable brown Oxford Church's and a rather formal - even by my standards for a Saturday morning in these days of denim wear, Prince of Wales three-piece check, were what I can only describe as white towelling sporting socks with a most unconvincing tick symbol upon them.
When a chap's spouse of several decade passes, I can understand how a small degree of carelessness could creep into ones daily routine and appearance; to me, this is taking things too far.
So, in a cry for help, as his actions surely were meant to be interpreted, I am willing to convey, in my most diplomatic manner, sartorial suggestions to remedy this problem. I myself have been known to sport an adventurous Argyle with a similar outfit, for example; although I suffered a low level headache for the major part of the day.
I await in eagerness your wisdom,
Ever yours,
Smith