Not At All Suited

My new suit is turning into a soap opera. Having been carefully measured by an expert we went in a month back for a fitting and thought we'd been given the wrong one. It was probably made to measure, it was just not using my measurements. If I was the shape the suit was constructed for I'd be even more deformed than I realy am. We sent it back to have things done and now it has returned. Close but no cigar. The idea of wearing a suit is to impart gravitas and prescence. Not look like you are wearing somebody else's clothes.

The man who knows about these things is not around today. So we will have to sort it out next week. Joy.