|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.