Dad arrived quite early and seemed quite pleased with himself - albeit a little rueful. The comfortable waistcoat that he particularly favours had been dug out from the back of the cupboard in the kitchen as he had just unearthed (from some obscure hiding place) a new zip for it. He explained that he hadn't worn this vestment for some months due to the lack of functioning zip. However, armed with a new zipper, he had set to work to attach the aforementioned fastener and with a most satisfied huff (one pertaining to nothing less than that of a great achievement) he drew the zip in an upwardly direction, right to the very top of the waistcoat - only to find the original one had been hiding under the collar all the time.
There are no flies on Dad! Gordon xx