What would you say were my chances of finding a 48" chest linen blazer in a light colour, ideally straw-coloured, in a charity shop in June?
I don’t either, but I shall look for a bit, until I get bored. This is while I am looking for four absolutely unlovable ordinary-mug-sized mugs which won’t matter if they get broken, to put wool into for multi-coloured knitting. There is rainbow wool left over enough to make another smaller scarf, and waste not want not, but I have broken the handles off two mugs already and I am quite fond of the four that are still intact. So I want to replace them with ones advertising electrical components or schools which are trying to raise money or other such enthralling and almost certainly ugly things.
Soo, it sounds to me as though you are a bit fud; not an acronym, a Burgessism. He was a man who felt that our language had some gaps in it which needed filling, and fud is his word for (1) In a state of déshabille, or confusion or (2) a mess, or half-done job. To which is appended, in the book where I found it, the comment: “Remarkably, Burgess created this word years before the invention of pastel-coloured hair-rollers and the late-twentieth-century custom of proudly wearing them to shopping malls.” Not that I am suggesting that you are wearing plastic rollers; heaven forfend. Just that waterless, one it often in such a condition, one way and another, and electricityless the same. It is not always voluntary.