Extra, extra, read all about it.

Yesterday I went clothes shopping, which is always a trial and requires psycological preparation, and the promise of chocolate afterwards. It was not made much better when I asked the assistant, in my best spanish, which size she thought would fit me. I couldn’t believe her reply, but sure enough, I fit XL! Extra Large!! In a land full of 5-foot women, I am officially a giant. I can’t even find a normal T-shirt that reaches my waist. I have the choice of a cold stomach, or wearing a sack.

Maybe not the worst of my problems at the moment, but it snowed on the mountains last night and I’m starting to get scared. Maybe I should just stay in bed to keep warm.

2 Responses to “Extra, extra, read all about it.”

  1. Clare Proudfoot Says:

    Oh no! Shopping is enough of a nightmare without the knowledge that you DEFINITElY can’t find stuff to fit, rather than just suspecting you can’t…
    I was size XXL in China, which i found pretty demoralising.
    clare

  2. Ben P Says:

    XL? Pah! Try being a UK XXL!!!

    Hope things are well in Chile… Garching is getting nice and hot and full of strange flag vaving peoples. All very odd.

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