Into town for a pair of jeans. Always a relief to squeeze into a new pair with the same waist measurement as your previous pair. As a celebration, went out in the evening to a poash restaurant. Stylish too. The food was very OK, but jeesus, you just couldn't swat the waiters away. It seemed one chap was just employed to top up your water glasses. And you could tell it was all just veneer - gawd, a crowd of eight women came in and let off party balloons. It was probably no more than the place deserves, but some people are so vulgar.