My father had a pair of voluminous khaki shorts left over from fighting in thw Burma jungle in WW11. Every summer without fail they put in an appearance when he was gardening or doing other 'weekend jobs'. My poor mother tried so hard to wean him off them but he wouldn't part with them. If visitors called when he was at the end of the garden she used to say he was out!
When you are so incensed and find your inner bravery!
If you are dealing with narcissism, let’s all help each other.




