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The Morning Cuppa: The Pants Party

Posted on August 10, 2024

I’d been doing a last bit of spring cleaning before closing the winter house and going off to summer quarters in the Costa Brava when I  came upon a drawer of under pants. You know the drawer, so stuffed to the brim you only ever wear the top pairs of pants, launder them and shove them back in the drawer, hardly ever getting to those neatly folded underneath. The drawer was due a sorting out. I came across a pair of William Hunt Savile Row pants that gave me a laugh because it occurred to me they’d been hanging around since 2011. That’s right, thirteen years ago! A previous chapter in life. I was living on The Thames River just west of Central London in the most marvellous of towns called Richmond. It was here I wrote the chapters for Book 2 of THE GIFT set in London. There’s a TK Max in Richmond I loved stopping in for a look about. Prices good, and top brands had. I found loads of William Hunt Savile Row pants for a fiver a pack of three. The quality speaks for itself. I wore them through six Euro Militares, two winters in England, twelve years in Spain, a trip to Moson in Hungary and KMK in Belgium. Thrice in fact. They saw it all in that time and served me well. As they do still. It’s mind bending when one realises how articles of clothing can remain when properly looked after. A pair of pants. Something so mundane. And here they are, still in service thirteen years on. Why don’t I just give them the heave ho? I mean they’re old, aren’t they? But until they begin to spring holes in their fabric they will continue to serve. And that’s what it’s about really. Just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s broken.

As always. The journey is everything.

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