Dressing to extreme

A vist from Pensioner and his chauffeuse bearing gifts in exchange for some food and drink and the odd maraschino cherry here and there. Very convivial it was too although I may have let slip too many details of my life before blipfoto than I should have. Perhaps I was too stunned by the florosity of his shirt or his flattering interest in the size and quantity of my baubles to make a reasoned judgement.

The befuddled thinking could also be down to that glass of Aberlour. It's all coming back to me now...