All sorted

The Man bought a new jacket today. It was the last one on sale so he couldn't choose the colour, which is brown. He asked me if it went with what he was wearing.

"Not really," I said. "Perhaps you should dye it."

"WHY?" he demanded indignantly.

"You're right, it's not a very good idea," I said, somewhat taken aback by the vehemence of his reaction. "It would be difficult, and probably wouldn't work anyway."

He poked worriedly at his flat tummy as the conversation got more and more confusing.

Eventually we sorted it out.

He is going to a bonnenkai (end-of-year party) tonight. If he comes home and falls into a coma it will be his own fault for eating the wrong bit of fugu.