I am not sure if you know, but at Baumhaus we have a 'Corporate Uniform' also known to the troops as 'get yer mits off me work clobber'. At first sight, 'work clobber' is a wonderful thing. Just imagine, you never have to think about what to wear when you get up in the morning, and then there are the other benefits ....... if, for example, you were riding a donkey along a beach notorious for its quicksand, and the donkey spooked, bucked you off and you landed on a spiked fence and ripped your trousers, then work would have to pay for the replacement trousers..... great eh?!
Before today, the only downsides to 'work clobber' were that ; (1) we have been told that we look a bit like secret police; and (2) if we go for a drink after work, the pub thinks that it is being raided.
But what do you think? I have included a few photographs of the Baumhaus 'work clobber'
Pic. No. 1. I am like a clothes horse. Everything just looks fabulous on me (even SS gear, and that is really sinister)
Pic. No. 2. Juan, I just need a nice picture of your workwear, so just sit there and pose and try not to laugh.......
Anyway, the reason that I am talking about workwear is that I went to my favourite supermarket today - the M&S Foodhall (this is where the lime and coriander flame-grilled chicken holy grail lives).
I had decided that I really fancied a 'Lemon chicken, watercress and mange tout' sandwich (and I found one bizarrely enough), and was perusing the other offerings when an elderly lady came up to me.
"Hello dear," she said, "please could you tell me where I can find the double chicken breasts with sun-dried tomato dressing?"
"Oh, they are over here," I said, leading her to the chicken aisle, "is there anything else I can help you with today?"
"No that is wonderful dear, thankyou," she replied [Blimey, note to self; Oxford people are the nicest, politest people ever - been here a year now and my opinion hasn't changed].
I wondered off and decided to peruse the Chutney aisle, and was swooning over a 'rare berry jar' when an elderly chap sauntered up to me.
I clasped my shopping basket close to me as a defense mechanism, and asked "can I help you?"
He replied in a farmer's accent, "please could you tell me where the puff pastry is?"
It was only then that I cottoned on....... the final downside of corporate uniform is that if you go shopping in M&S foodhalls, you look like you work there.......... DOH!