Like losing an old friend

My Suit came to see me this morning. I had an inkling that he might. He’s been looking rather tired and a little shabby lately. He said that he’s been working very hard; putting in a lot of hours and, well, he’d like to take early retirement. Of course I agreed. I had seen this coming. Would he consider working part-time? I asked. No, he said. But he might help out if I was busy.
I asked if everything had been all right at home - I could see the stain on the lapel. Loose button. Well, of course, it all came out!

He simply couldn't’t get on with the new shirts I had bought - just not his style! And the shoes… well! He felt it time to move on and let a newer suit take on the job.

He’s been an old friend for sometime now and we’ve shared some good times and bad. I once found him on the bedroom floor covered in god knows what! We have a history. But this weekend we shall part company and I’ll pop into town and start recruiting a new one. Always difficult, I find.
And of course, it won’t end there… word gets around! In the end this will mean a whole new wardrobe! At least with the warmer weather coming you can rely just on casuals; serious recruitment can be deferred until the autumn.