I bought the trousers one summer, several years ago. The label said 'medium length' but when I first wore them, the hems smothered my shoes, dragged along behind me like two recalcitrant children, and yelled to the world, 'This is a shortarse if ever there was one. There's enough spare material here to cover a three-piece suite.'
I turned the trousers up to a more reasonable length but, that day, didn't have any black cotton. So, I waited until I could get to the shops to buy black used silver-grey cotton instead and kidded myself that the stitches wouldn't show if I was careful.
Wouldn't show? Wouldn't show? Perhaps if I was to needlework what Donald Trump is to verbal gaffes they wouldn't have shown. But -
I wore the trousers to school the next day and taught the first lesson of…