The wrong trousers

I took these trousers from The Soul Mate's wardrobe today. I felt like a radical look, you know, a little bit French Revolution, a little bit rock'n'roll. Woking's answer to the sans-culottes. She wasn't happy.

Shitty middle of the day. Fatigue was ghastly and the hot weather affected my breathing. Work productivity was therefore poor. Better first thing and the evening was good including a surprise visit from The Dizzle and Ms R.

Vive la revolucion.