Lovely day today and we decided to do a walk along the sea front to the next village where there is a nice junky market every weekend and places to have lunch and then walk back. DS ready in pushchair. I am dressed in blue cotton dress and flat sandals and pretty cardi.
DH comes downstairs in grey cotton shorts that are below his knees, washed out and baggy and do nothing for him except make him look fat and slobby(which he isn't) a once white t-shirt which is now grimy looking and shapeless, navy blue deck shoes and one grey sock which went up to his calf. He has got lots of nice things. I said he should get changed into something nicer and he looked hurt. Couldn't see what was wrong with it at all- including the one grey sock which he was wearing because the deck shoe rubs on his toe.
In the end after 'words' he changed into sort of slate blue shorts, a dark blue t shirt and walking sandals ad looked 1 million times better. He says he was quite happy and only changed to suit me and I should have left him to wear what he liked.