Wardrobe Malfunction

With the return of the cold mornings, it’s been time to start warming my clothes on the Rayburn before getting into them. And, as night follows day, remembering too late that anything with metal on it (such as, to pick an example at random, a bra clasp) should not be allowed to get too hot…

Then, as if to emphasise that I shouldn’t really be allowed out on my own, I lost yet another glove in town yesterday. However, I did at least manage to lose the right one, so the number of functioning pairs of gloves I have – at least if you don’t look too closely at them – is still one. Ha! This counts as competent in my book.

You’d never know I used to hold down an actual proper job, would you?

7 Responses to Wardrobe Malfunction

  1. commuterjohn says:

    Oh I don’t know, I work in a building with a lot of highly paid people and it is not unknown for them to go home and leave a colleague making a call home to get a loved one to retrieve them as the other person had forgotten that they had car shared that day!

  2. welshcyclist says:

    I too am a total incompetent when it comes to gloves, I can, invariably, be relied upon to leave them behind, if I take them off.

  3. Dom says:

    I learned all about metal in clothing conducting heat through the medium of the button up fly and the act of standing too close to a BBQ while cooking. It’s a lesson not forgotten in a hurry.

  4. disgruntled says:

    My boss did once spend a whole day at work triumphantly pointing out to anyone who hadn’t noticed that he was wearing odd shoes, now I come to think of it…

  5. Reminds me, I left my hat and several tools at work. Two weeks ago…

  6. disgruntled says:

    At least you know where they are … or were, anyway

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