The comfort of old clothes

One of the good things I rediscovered coming back to my childhood home for the holiday: the comfort of my old clothes. I have some very, very old jumpers here, some that are about twenty years old. Worn out, out of fashion (of course), sometimes with fainted colours, but so very, very comfy. My wife is a bit embarrassed by the look of them and begged me not to wear them when we go out or when we receive visitors. I still wear them inside.