All under control, except my trousers

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SOMETIMES I am so tired I can barely remember my name. I put this down to having three small children and a hectic job.

The other day I found myself throwing my trousers in the waste paper basket and my rubbish in the linen basket. It took me a good few seconds to realise what I had done and quickly resurrected the situation. Had I not, I feel sure my favourite jeans would now be shredded on some landfill somewhere.

The other half would have just thought I was starting my long-overdue (in his opinion) clear-out of my wardrobe, so had I not spotted the error I would have been cursing myself forever. As it was I found it all hugely amusing and couldn’t stop laughing all the way through breakfast – long after the others found my joke funny.


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