The weather has changed, after a long and glorious period of sunshine.
Trousers, not shorts. Boots, not sandals. Socks! A tee shirt! A
waterproof to go outside! Why did it fill me with deep-seated gloom this
morning, such a feeling that Heaven had ended and Hell, or at least
Purgatory, was about to commence?
Now I remember. Fifty or more years ago, on the first day of term after
the long summer holidays, climbing unwillingly into trousers instead of
jeans, proper shoes, a clean shirt, struggling to tie the hated school
tie, then donning the beastly stifling blazer. Back to school, with all
that it implied. The constraints of the clothing were just a pre-echo of
the constraints of school life.