As I'm sure you've noticed, storms of biblical proportions are currently battering the whole of the UK. People have awoken to find the swimming pool they always dreamed of inconveniently occupying their entire downstairs floor. Small coastal villages have been stricken from the map and their former town centre car parks are their new touristic beach hot spots.
Also, a cat blew past me in mid air just a moment ago.
It's pretty safe to deduce from this evidence that we find ourselves in the throes of January, which is exactly why today's THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge T-shirt from Mallorca couldn't be less appropriate.
Back on Day 330 I told you about how some of my family took a spontaneous trip out to Spain to catch the last of the year's daylight within the affordable travel perimeter. The venue they arrived at was deemed Out Of Season and so street-side peddlers of worthless tat began rubbing their hands with glee when they saw my father approaching, asking each of them in turn "do you have anything hideous in a T-shirt?"
Obviously, this was a rhetorical question as such vendors cater for little else, but swayed by the conscience of my brother, my Dad instead opted to buy something a little less horrendous to help my out with my project.
When he returned, he presented me with this chocolate brown T-shirt bearing the print of a large pattern-endowed lizard sprawled diagonally across the front canvas, basking in the long-lost sunshine. The bright colours and exotic tone juxtapose my neck scarf and faded tan something awful.
Beyond the meteoric reasons why I shouldn't be wearing this T-shirt today comes the consideration that my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge is officially over; I've already successfully reached my goal by proving it is possible to wear a different T-shirt everyday for an entire year. But owing to the project being allotted 'Extra Time' due to the excessive volume of tees I was donated, this sun-bleached little charmer has made it's way onto the blog and into the resentment of the British nation prising rain-sodden leaves out of their hair.
Thanks for the T-shirt Dad.
