My search for shorts went on today. It took me all the way into town to H&M. And guess what? All the shorts are low-waist with no way of hiding the Michelin-tyre that seems to have parked itself on my belly. The other option were jeans-shorts, all looking like they'd been worn for 20 years, and if I'm gonna buy jeans I'd like to wear and tear them down myself thank you very much.
This is all very disappointing, so disappointing I had to spend the whole afternoon with a neighbour on her terrace drinking wine and eating icecream, while improving on my tan.
Why does life have to be so difficult?
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