Friday Afternoon in a kilt

[Miket]

What better to wear as I drove back from the Brighton to my home in Dorset last Friday, than my khaki canvas kilt.

It was a hot day and the traffic was very heavy, so I decided to stop at Sainsbury's in Worthing to buy some provisions for the journey. Not a second glance from the majority of those I met. In store I was accosted by a woman, at a concession, asking whether I used a nectar card. I said that I didn't and moved on. As I walked up the parallel aisle I heard her comment to her fellow worker. "I've seen one in tartan, but I've never seen one in khaki. Looked nice!" It could only be about me. On reflection, perhaps I should have gone back for a chat.

The rest of the journey, with stops in Southampton and Salisbury, was uneventful, but very slow - and not a glance or a comment.

I was, however, very comfortable! Much better than the shorts my wife would prefer me to wear.

[skirtyscot]

Maybe I softened them up for you on a brief visit to Worthing last weekend, Mike. My skirts were, however, only on view on the prom and in my seafront hotel, so it is not very likely.