We had a big morning tea today and there was a lot of leftovers. So at lunchtime I went grazing.
I came back to my desk with a jam donut, a slice of cake and a small brown cupcake. I'd stacked them on the plate, largest to smallest; a pre-Turduckan conglomeration of desserts!
Later, when we were home, theWife asked how I'd gone with my choice of pants. I hadn't any of the proper pants to hand this morning so I 'd worn an admittedly thin-weave pair of black tracksuit pants.
It was an odd question. I responded with a wary 'fine ... why?'
It was then she revealed the pants in question, which she'd purchased for me, were not in fact tracksuit pants.
They were girls' pyjama pants.