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These photos were taken in a hurry. Hoping we would have time to take pictures, I dressed for the occasion in my dropped crotch trousers and brought my camera

Kitty took my photos in the warmth of the department store Hudson’s Bay in Haarlem. Below: There are some magnificent stairs and windows with stained glass at Hudson’s Bay Haarlem. Below: We came to the children’s department. Below: We are an item… Below:

Below: We started near the church on the square (there is a dentist practice in the church these days). Below: As we wanted our coffee, we went into another lovely place called La Gare (French for “station”, which figures), situated at Stationsstraat 1. What happened in my life this week Not just what happened this week but the week before as well as I posted the “bathing suit search” post only because so much was happening that I didn’t have time to do a proper post. And of course Watson wasn’t housebroken yet, so Ron had to get up twice during the night to let him pee.

Quoting the writer of this fun story: When I was a child in the 1950′s, the bathing suit for the mature figure was boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. The mature woman has a choice: she can either go up front to the maternity department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a hippopotamus that escaped from Disney’s Fantasia, or she can wander around every run-of-the-mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluorescent rubber bands. The mature woman is now meant to wear her boobs spread across her chest like a speed bump. The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fitted those bits of me willing to stay inside it.