Further evidence

Tippler asked if I'd found my marbles, well no. And this morning I realised there is sod all chance of ever getting them back.

I like black clothes. For all the usual reasons. This morning while getting dressed I decided to wear a black skirt and black long-sleeved t-shirt. I got dressed and then managed to dribble on my t-shirt. So I went upstairs to change my top.

I decided to stick with the long-sleeved black t-shirt thing and pulled another one out of my wardrobe. It was identical to the one I'd just put in the wash. So I put that back and remembered I had a new long-sleeved black t-shirt, so I thought I'd wear that for a change.

It was bloody identical too. Same make, size, colour. I'm nothing if not consistent.

Now I certainly didn't intend, or even know, I'd bought three the same. So I'd obviously gone in the shop seen the t-shirt, and thought, that's ok, I'll have that. Three times. I'd better start being nice to my kids.

They'll be choosing my old people's home sooner rather than later.