I was stood in my bedroom this morning, naked. Ewww don’t get any ideas, it’s not a pretty sight. In fact that reminds me, I must remember to lower the blinds, chap across the road keeps phoning and saying he doesn’t know what I’m wearing but it needs ironing.
Anyway, there stood I, unclad and Hubby comes into to the bedroom. What are you doing he asks. Just thinking I said. Really? How’s that working out for you? He chirped. I wish I was a morning person, and my shot was better. Still I never did like that bedside lamp.
I’ve got nothing to wear I moaned. Well that’s because you’ve lost weight he purred in his I’m talking to a small child voice. Well it’s not a good look I said. Everything is hanging off me, and I keep getting grabbed by well meaning employees at the back of Asda and being offered stale bread. No that’s not the clothes he said, that’s because you keep taking the dog out on a piece of string. He might have a point.
I need new clothes and we’ve got no money I said stamping my foot and sticking my lip out. I might have been tempted to lie down , drum my heels and have a full blown tantrum but like I said, I’m not a morning person.
The credit crunch has caught up with us too, and work is slow for Hubby. Not much call for a self employed snow plough driver. Damned global warming.
What about the Charity shops he suggested. Drive out to one of the posher market towns, much better class of rubbish! The mans a genius!
So that’s my day sorted. I‘ll just pop on my oversized trench coat , a trilby and a pair of dark glasses, (don’t want to be mistaken for Victoria Beckham AGAIN), and I’m off. Now where are my wellies??
I guess it’s stale bread for lunch again. Must check the calories.
