I step from the shower shaking like a nervous break dancer. Grey clouds drizzle misery outside; cars hiss by, and only through deploying my Iron Willpower can I resist the urge to dive back under the doona.
It's cold, it's horrible outside and it's Monday.
And, as I find out to my dismay, I have no clean undies.
So, as I wait for the dryer to do its magic, I find myself typing this wearing only a shirt, with an electric heater conveniently positioned. Strange curls of heat twist around my legs and venture north.
Ooooh! That's different.
I will not be receiving visitors this morning.
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