One of the joys of the combination of winter and school holidays is that I practically get dressed in the dark to avoid waking anyone up too much. This morning I did so and because I was feeling lazy, threw a vest on over an unironed shirt (oh the horror) so that I’d hide the wrinkles.
It wasn’t until about 10am that I looked down at the cuff of my sleeve and noticed what appeared to be white paint. Further inspection confirmed the fact that somehow the old shirt that I’d given to Emily to use as a painting smock had made its way back into my wardrobe and worse, in the dark it had made it onto my back!
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