Belts And Bums

I was not awake yesterday or maybe I was but wasn't paying attention. I say this for two very good reasons which only became evident when I got home on the night.


One
I got home from work, took off my jacket, tie, shirt and undid the belt on my trousers.

Then undid a second belt on auto pilot.

I paused.

A second belt? Eh? Maybe I was turning into the Karate Kid with two black belts... My belly making a break for it in it's newly found freedom put an end to that idea.

On getting ready for work in the morning I had managed to buckell two belts on top of each other in the rugs of my trousers and do them both up without realising.

Two
On removing my trousers I put them on the bed and noticed as I did so, a hole in the back of the seat. A hole the size of Northern France. Nelly The Elephant could have walked through it with a three peice sofa balanced on her head while doing the can can.

I paused.

I hadn't felt a draft.....

The lesson of the day

In case of need always have a spare pair of trousers the same colour as your jacket on standby...

Not that anyone has said anything so far...