|Feb 21 - FUNNY|
Tonight I went to the last of a series of self defence classes and I'd run out of shorts to wear, so I borrowed The Man's swimming shorts which have been with him since before we'd even met. The Man is skinnier than I. Halfway through the session I was thinking how the pants felt more roomy and how somehow I must have dropped a few kilos off my backside during the training session. Then someone said that my pants had torn a bit, and they just got worse and worse as the session continued.
The instructor asked me if they were likely to fall off. I decided that if they did decide to fall off, I'd go home wrapped in one of the flags that were hanging in the training hall.
It was very lucky that I was wearing my too-big roller derby shirt as it sort of disguised my gleaming white leg that was hanging out of my pants.