Over his 3 course breakfast this morning - he always has 3 courses: toast with marmite, toast with an egg, and another piece of toast with jam, I offered to make him a new one. Just for a brief moment he hestitated and I saw my chance. "It's ancient and needs replacing; it smells; it's in holes; it's as rough as a badgers bum" were the salient points of my argument. I don't need a new one he whined. "You do" I said, "it's in holes". He looked at me squarely and without humour and said "I can use duct tape".
You can't argue with that.
We did go to John Lewis to look at patterns for him, but he was unimpressed. I have however said I could probably draw a pattern from the existing dressing gown and bless his heart, his face lit up. So there's a job. Next problem is where to find some really horrible, dowdy, itchy, plaid wool fabric for a replacement for him.
Mmmmm, maybe the duct tape isn't such a bad idea.
I'm thinking of doing a bit about the Subversity of Tea next, and have been collecting images, but that's a way off - just behind the dressing gown.