In my bulkiest days in Okinawa, I weighed 126 kilos. Today I weigh 90 kilos! I have lost 36 kilos, which is apparently the weight of a baby rhino at birth.

The upshot is my trousers are all too big and they flap around like er sailors’ trousers. “What two French towns are like a sailor’s trousers? Toulon and Toulouse.”

Even after some 24 years living in the States, I still cannot say ‘pants’ when talking about trousers. It seems rude. My trouser cut has always been called, ‘wide’, ‘ample’, ‘fat ass”.

I order a new pair and gamble on much smaller waist size and slim fit.

They fit! I am delighted!

A propos of nothing, succulents thrive in San Francisco.

Sorry, more birds taken through the window whilst seated on my sofa.

Take steroids.