missing dust jacket

i need a holiday

I haven't had a break from work lasting longer than a bank holiday since April when we moved house, which wasn't exactly what most sane people would call a holiday. Consequently, I am, as they say, 'cracking up'. Thankfully, I'm not the only one.

I am, as one of my colleagues put it, a closet ditz (only, not so closet now) It's not unusual for minifig to point out that I've put my pants on back to front or my cardigan on inside out. It's a long standing problem. When I was fourteen I accidentally bought a pair of odd shoes - one brown, one black. By the time I had realised it was too late to take them back, so I wore them anyway. Bizarrely, very few people noticed, proof that vanity is largely a waste of time, and perhaps one of the reasons why my day-to-day idiocy has gone largely unnoticed by anybody that doesn't live with me. However, my clumbsiness does sometimes come out with me. I tumble down stairs, walk into lamposts, sit on people's laps on the tube and once, fell off four different bar-stools in the same pub, before finally breaking one. I have broken my computer at work six times. Most breakages in the office are put down to 'Darling, wrecking the joint'.

But even I was incredibly impressed by the new low (or perhaps peak) in my abilities to be a, how you say, durr-brain.

Yesterday, an unseasonably hot and humid day, I left the house in my usual slightly frazzled state and began making my merry way down the stairwell before I was gripped by the fear that I can forgotten something very important. Something, was quite definitely amiss - yes, something was missing.

And then I realised what I had forgotten.

Underwear. Both necessary articles.

Obviously, I turned around and went back to my flat and made sure I left fully dressed.

I am also going to book some time off.

posted by raspberry beret @ 6:32:00 PM