A bit of a break-through today. I've managed to break free from the stranglehold of colour coordination. Those of us who know a bit about strangling realise how important this is. Strangles, unlike chokes, come on gradually. When you strangle someone you are putting pressure on their carotid arteries in order to cut off the flow of blood to the brain. This renders them unconscious in a matter of 5-10 seconds. The temptation on the judo mat is to leave it a little bit too late before you do something about this. Men in particular are inclined to think that a strangle applied by a woman is unlikely to be effective. It is very satisfying for the woman to watch the slow realisation cross his face that he'd wrong about that. He will either have to tap out or pass out.
So yes--breaking strangleholds. Very important to do this. (In case you're wondering, a choke is applied to the windpipe and is effective immediately.) Today, therefore, I am wearing a pair of skinny jeans in a quite dark denim, a black vest (Gap) and a light/dark grey broad striped V-neck pullover (Karen Millen, charity shop somewhere) with a dark olive green chunky knit cardigan. I know. How unmatchy-matchy am I? Black boots. I suppose I could mix it up a bit more and wear one black and one brown boot, but that might look as though I'm taking the piss. Or more likely, it might look like I'm a mad old bat who hasn't noticed she's wearing odd boots.
The cardigan was from a charity shop, probably one of the Lichfield ones. The label says Atmosphere. That's Primark, isn't it? My good friend Pat the Midwife (can she fix it? yes she can! Does all my dress alterations) has banned me from shopping in Primark on the grounds of slave labour. She has to be right, doesn't she? If the clothes are that cheap, someone's face somewhere is being ground. But it's OK to buy Primark stuff from a charity shop, as it has then been ethically laundered as it were; and where, interestingly, it is usually more expensive than it was new.
I'm also wearing a blanket because it's colder in than out. This is often true of canonical houses. You wrap up warm, then emerge from the permafrost of your study to find spring has happened and all is balmy in the real world.
About this blog
This is a window into the weird world of Anglicanism, as experienced on a Cathedral Close. Has anything much happened since Trollope's Barchester Chronicles? You will still see the 'canon in residence' hurrying across to choral Evensong, robes flapping, as the late bell chimes. But look carefully and you will notice he is checking the football score on his iPhone as he runs. This is also a writer's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the novelist's life. And it's a fighter's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the judo mat. Well, the agony, anyway.