Since getting his Royal Garden Party Invitation Nigel has been in a state of absolute flux, fretting robustly about what to wear after we advised him that possibly dungarees were not de rigueur as far a garden parties of a royal Buckingham Palace type nature are concerned…..
….. and as such, he began spending hour after hour on the internet trying to find out where he could get a bespoke suit in his size, not an easy task as his measurements can hardly be regarded as
….. but finally his due diligence paid off and he found EXACTLY what he was looking for, at a price he could afford, it was beautiful ........ and then I am afraid it all became a little too much for him ..... and he went very, very still …….. so still in fact that we actually thought he had stopped breathing …….
……. his eyes glazed over and he couldn’t speak for at least ten minutes ……and even after that all he could muster was “OMG, OMG, OMG!” over and over again.
However, once he managed to get himself composed he contacted Lorraine the lady who could “tailor” him a “bespoke suit”, after getting Darrell to take down his measurements very, very carefully, in minute detail, as there could be no margin for error. And then he went upstairs to count his money, but Darrell and I said we would put half towards it, because after all, it isn’t every day one of us is commanded to take tea with The Queen …..
….. All Nigel can do now is wait for Lorraine to do her magic ….. and for his parcel to arrive! There's really going to be no doing with him till then!