The Empty Wardrobe..well potentially

TMH has been on the wardrobe prowl. There is nothing covert or secret squirrel about his activities. He just flings open the doors and climbs in and climbs out, sporting what remains of my ever dwindling section of the androgynous section of my rails. The grey dept is now almost depleted and the black is getting attacked.All mountain goats who surrender their fluff to be woven in to the lightest of pashminas are cowering at the back of the closet. I guess in a roundabout way is is is time he started choosing from the pinks and lilacs-might take a tadge of persuasion after a couple of glasses but well worth the effort I would say. I am desperate to get better use from the stagnant ballgowns that rarely get an airing but unless there is a Danny La Rue tribute act at the village assembly rooms , it may not happen. Watch this space...