Shopping

Yesterday I wanted to buy some trousers.  I think of British Home Stores as including the elderly among their clientele.  I was offered "petite" "classic" or "summer".  I opted for "classic" and was amazed and amused to find they were all made of denim.  This is when you feel you have really fallen off the edge of the world.  Language no longer means what it once did.  A kind young assistant went through the "summer" collection and found the only pair of size 14 in either black or navy.  It was perfect, but I was lucky.  What I was looking for seemed such a classical sort of request, but evidently not. However, I would, at 85, feel ridiculous in bluejeans.