It’s that time again!
My dog’s on the rag. AGAIN. I put her in Jackson’s Spider-man boxer shorts, to keep the blood from dripping on the carpet. Look at her. She can’t even face me. The indignity.
Okay, I will look at the camera grudgingly.
Also, if you were at La Cumbre Plaza on Wednesday and found a pink cotton Boden cardigan, size large? Enjoy! The random clothing abandonment will continue. Whenever I happen to catch sight of myself in a shop window looking like fucking hell in whatever it is I’m wearing, you can be sure I’ll strip it off there and then and leave it where some lucky picker-up of unwanted goods will find it.
One small smudge on the cuff. Machine washable.