Everyday life

I find every day life, can, at times, work a charm on keeping me amused.

For example, my beloved tracky dacks. I got these trackies second hand, when I was about 16 from a friends older brother. They were black, Mizuno slinky trackies. I wore them to death. Goal keeping, touch footy, walking, running, eating dinner - everything. Mum dutifully patched the knees time and time again. It's cold here in Sydney these days, and post gym sesh, I need anther layer to get me home on the bus. So I find my oldest, dearest trackies and start wearing them again. The drawstrings long since upped & left. So I fold down the waistband a few times. To warm up for my jog, I decided a bit of a skip is in order. Jump, jump, twirl, jump, hmm, trackies, stay with me. They rebelled. Slowly, they slipped, down, down, then I see my housemate, 'Bass - look, my pants are falling down' She's laughing at me, and then i hear a noise...and see one of my building-next-door neighbours walking about. AHGGHGHH! I grab my pants and leg it inside. Only to go jogging and discover the pants falling down issue, was an issue not only wth skipping. Jogging too.More laughter. Sigh. I'm simple sometimes.

There

So this is the train ride i can't remember! Do we look like we've had 7 cocktails & a glass of wine before diner?