The other week we were visiting the vicarage, sorting a few things out before the move. The (then) Curate was doing some practical jobs wearing his allotment jeans, his hoodie and his beanie and was outside the house.
A lady walked by and smilingly said to him
You’ll need to get a move on with your work. The vicar is moving in next month, you know.
The (then) Curate said
“Actually, he’ll be here in just thirteen days.”
“How do you know that then?”
“I am the new vicar.”
You look very different without your suit on.