clothes time - again

I have been poorly lately. It’s been quite serious, but as it’s nothing that shows on the outside (i.e. a broken arm or an amputated leg) it’s been hard explaining to my colleagues why I’m struggling a bit at the moment.

One of the side effects of my medication is that I keep having severe hot and cold spells, which are slightly embarrassing and very tiresome.

One morning recently I got collared to join the dreaded compulsory 08.45 am coffee break. All of a sudden I had a hot flush. I took of my cardigan and sat in a white, all buttoned up shirt neatly tucked into my suit trousers. It's a pretty shirt if you ask me...

No wonder you’re feeling hot when you’re wearing tight fitted clothes like that, H said.

I felt it was no point of going into discussion with her. A couple of others joined in:

I guess it’s fashion theses days, but Jesus, miss Marple, you should dress sensible like us!

If I hadn’t gotten so angry I would’ve seen the funny side to that comment. I sincerely hope I never start dressing the way they do. (And if I do, please shoot me someone!)

H saw that I got annoyed. She seems to like that, she does, and I could see her evil side taking over as she continued:

Let’s face it, miss Marple, you’re not a slim young thing anymore. You’re way past having a body that fits into clothes like that. There's bulges everywhere!

I couldn’t sit quiet anymore. Simply said it would be nice to be able to spend one single day in the office without someone commenting on the way I look.

I’ve never said anything before, H protested loudly and continued and by the way – you ought to be able to take criticism, don’t you think?!

But the thing is: I think I’ve taken enough criticism at this place to last me a life time. Don’t you think?