Knicker Fail


Mr has picked a ridiculous day to have his birthday this year, a day in which he has to get up early and work till late. He is treated to a cup of tea in bed, and last night we had cake for supper. I have an early hurried start and it’s not until midmorning I realise that my underwear is inside out. Since grumpy baby has capitulated to nap time I sit down and watch the athletic competition on TV. Long distance women run the track, they look like beautiful hunters, slender and solidly lithe, in pursuit of medals. Outside the sun loiters behind cloud cover, maybe it can’t decide what to wear today. Sometimes a cloud shakes out a pouf of fine rain.


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