From the Department of Psyching Oneself Out

This morning, I got out of bed and my knickers fell off. They pooled round my feet, and I got one of those horror-flashes—y’know, when you spot something off, and your brain furnishes some blood-curdling explanation—anyway, I got one of those, and I looked down, fully expecting to find I’d shrivelled to bones in the night….

My elastic had gone.

My elastic had gone.

Damn cheapass knickers.

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