Sort of sorted.
Firstly, I think I’ve changed generation since I last went to a bricks and mortar clothes shop. Secondly, shopping high streets on a week day – there’re a funny old mix of the old, the feckless and yummy mummies aren’t they.
First shop suggested both white and light pink trousers – get in the sea.
Ended up with yet another pair beige trousers – like a posh (Hugo Boss no less) chino with a bit of texture. Going to see if I can get away with wearing some oxblood red DM shoes with it without getting too many scornful looks from Mrs C. A white shirt posh enough to take cuff links so I can wear a pair of my old mans who sadly didn’t make it to seeing my little sister happily married. It’s going to be an odd old day giving her away when it should really have been him.
Next – the speech.
edit – and the informal attire – it’s at a ****ing petting zoo! A posh one I admit but I look a right wazzok in a suit at the best of times.