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| The slipper of shame, Picture from here |
My winter coat was ancient
and tatty. So much so that the other-half was ashamed to
be seen with me when I wore it, walking 10 yards ahead of me (rather than the
usual five yards). So, a couple of days
ago, I bought a new coat. When I got it
home the other-half took one look at it and declared it a ‘chav coat’. Thanks a bunch.
So now I feel uncomfortable in my new coat (and the old one has already
been taken away by the bin men). In a
pathetic and spiteful attempt at revenge I will reveal the other-half’s most embarrassing
secret. He has just bought a pair of
slippers from Marks and Spencer. Mr Rock
and Roll lives dangerously.
While I’m talking about
embarrassments, I got told off by the vet last week. I took Cyril (the three-legged monster cat)
for his annual injections and was informed that he is a kilo overweight. I don’t know what a kilo is in real money
but, going by the sternness of the vet, I think it’s quite a bit. Oh the shame.
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