Just Silly!


Originally posted - 12 May, 2019


Having decided, earlier this week, that it was way past time for my favourite cardigan to be consigned to the bin, I now find myself feeling bereft. That cardigan, though bobbled, plucked and a little bit holey, has seen me through good times and bad. It has covered my flabby bits, kept me warm on cold nights and it's long sleeves have, on occasion, been available to wipe away my tears. This empty feeling is in stark contrast to the relief and joy I felt when returning home from work on Thursday and disposing of a recently purchased pair of knickers. These knickers, whilst very pretty and modern - a lovely blue colour with a thin orange line on the waistband, a quirky little mexican cactus emblem on the left hand side and some tiny orange buttons up the front, were a form of self flagellation and I had very nearly whipped them off and gone commando by 10am! Every time I shifted in my seat they kept 'riding up' and it is no exaggeration to say that the seams reached parts of my nether regions that other knickers could not reach. Once upon a time I would have considered this an added bonus but now I just want my old cardigan back.


 [This is a true story and not a metaphor for life].

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