Pants

A very pants day.

M will say that I have noone to blame but myself... she regards shellfish as inedible, so, as usual when she is away, I cooked myself some prawns and scrambled eggs. Woke up this morning with a terrible bad stomach.

Since my mind seemed to be distracted by below-the-belt matters, I decided to organise my socks and pants. It will stay in this unnatural state of order for (I predict) one day. Tomorrow morning I'll rake it through as usual, looking for a particular pair and leaving underpant-anarchy in my wake...