A Pants Blip

I was working my way through a mountain of washing when I noticed that I have one or two pairs of stripey pants. 22 pairs to be precise. 23 if you include the pair that I'm wearing (and why are they called 'pairs'? They're clearly not pairs..)

Statistically 92% of my underpants are striped. I do like stripes but never go out of my way to choose them. But then again, I don't tend to buy my own pants. I think I've only bought one of the pairs in the photo (second bottom row, far right- I bought them in New York. Oh the memories!)

I've got so much washing still to sort but got sidetracked by my pants. When I say washing I am of course talking about clean clothes that need to be ironed & put away. It's not dirty washing. All these pants are clean. Anything that looks like a stain is a shadow!

I can't write about pants without mentioning my all-time favourite pants joke:

I went to see my psychiatrist the other day wearing nothing but my polythene underpants. He invited me into the room, looked me up and down and declared "I can clearly see your nuts!"