Firstly, I was happily walking along Peter Road, when I decided I was a bit hot, and so unzipped my coat. A girl walking towards me stared in horror, as if this was something out of the ordinary. I smiled at her reassuringly, assuming she was worried I'd get cold, and walked on. After a while I did feel a bit if a draft, so I looked down to zip my coat back up, only to discover that my top had ridden aaaall the way up and I had been walking with my bra on show and I wasn't even sucking my tummy in. I am lucky I was not arrested.
Secondly, I was having a drink of water before leaving the house the other day, and I managed to spill it down my trousers. I had to change, and was very nearly late. Even though when we see a person with wet trousers we know they haven't really peed themselves, it is still not a good look.
Finally, today I was brushing my hair with my special de-tangling brush, when it hit a tangle. Instead of de-tangling my hair as promised, the brush reacted like a cyclist driving full speed into a bin: it crashed into my tangle, flew out of my hand up into the air...and hit me on the head as it fell to the floor.
I am now in the market for a new hairbrush, as this one has sore offended me.
