Something tells me I get dressed a bit too late in the day and am earning myself a reputation as a layabout.
Picture the scene. It is 2pm and I am sat in my parent’s living room, wearing my underpants and one sock, talking to one of the cats. Mum enters.
“Oh, you look like you’re going somewhere.” Quite Earnestly.
“Wha…? Where would I be going like this?”
“Oh, it’s just you’re usually still in your dressing gown at this time, and you are wearing a sock.”
4 weeks ago