My personal wardrobe is divided into 3 categories.
1. Ratting clothes: old gardening/building togs, mostly fit for the dustbin.
2. Smart-ish clothes: shopping, weddings, and funerals. Almost socially acceptable.
3. Buck House Specials: ermine, medals, dress sword, etc. (Maybe No 3 just lives in my imagination).
This morning I decided that my current pair of ratting trousers (above) should finally be laid to rest. There is almost as much hole as material, and they are beginning to look a tad scruffy.
Whilst dressing, I declared to Lady Magnon that this would be their final outing, after which they will go to the bonfire. (Am I being a bit hasty here?)
"No, no" she cried "Make them into dusters".
I capitulated. My ratting trousers will now live on to be of further use...... They will be responsible for buffing the silver, dusting the Renoirs, and shining the Chippendale. Wonderful; my £4 spent in 1990 was well invested, albeit a bit rash.