Wednesday, 3 November 2010
In the olden days (i.e.when we were children...) the country yokels (i.e. us) traipsed towards the Big Smoke (i.e. Mainz) on the Sunday before All Hallows to get some new winter kit before he Big Freeze set in.
Hence "Mantelsonntag" or Coat Sunday.
Last Sunday, I endured the usual ritual.
Except it didn't stop at a bloody coat.
With the active connivance of Christa G, we ended up dragging home a pair of boots and a a strange garment that looks like the result of an unfortunate union between a cardigan, a cape and a hair-bow.
As well as a coat.
At least Billy Crash and Becker ohne Stecker were on hand to ease the pain.
That and a copious intake of red wine from the Burgundy market......