The Day Mr Him went without Trousers

Last week Mr Him had a visitor.  I had gone out to do practical things and walked into the house to find Mr Him in the kitchen entertaining a female guest with stories  whilst making himself and the guest a cuppa.  

Now Mr Him does have a certain attire sense.  He is known to favour the fruit salad look in the summer months.  In fact so much that he made sure the whole family joined the fruit bowl by doing a mass tie dye the year before last. Raspberry and peach were his colour flavours of choice that year.  This was fine in Madeira on holiday but not Sussex England.  

One of his clothing ventures, a t shirt, has a live ticker that could pick up the latest share prices if he was wireless I'm sure.   The shirt is battery operated and can be programmed to say whatever he wants it to say, gawd help me.  The Apple watch has nothing on Mr Him's ensembles. When going abroad this fashion phenomena likes to meet immigration with a cheery warning programmed into his shirt in their native tongue advising that he's arrived. As you can imagine border forces find this useful if only to alert the fashion police and, in fact, the complete fashion industry. 

Naughty flashes across his chest

Another t-shirt he favours is truely multidimensional. Anyone interacting with him is conveniently handed 3d glasses to enjoy his company to full affect.

However, I digress.  The day in question I arrived home to find his guest politely joining in his joviality. The poor lady really didn't know where to look for this was the day Mr Him went without trousers. 

I don't think this particular style experiment works and the sooner he moves on in his fashion choice the better I say. 

Did I mention the guest was a teacher visiting our youngest who is on study leave.  My youngest's family certainly made an impression. I won't print her reaction.