Labelled With...

Love?

Er... no... Actually I spent the first 3 hours at work today labelled with a "SALE - NOW £7" label hanging down my back!

You know how it is - Monday morning, you're running a bit late, you've just washed your hair, you've not got your glasses on yet... and you grab the top you bought a couple of weeks ago in the January sales, which you've never worn yet... and you pull it on, stick a cardigan on top, and dash off to work...

And then, halfway through the morning, you get an itch on your back - so you put your hand up to scratch it... and then you feel it... that "SALE" ticket that you forgot to take off... proclaiming to the world that your posh new top is, in fact, a CHEAP new top!

So you swipe the ticket off... surreptitiously throw it in the bin... and hope like mad that nobody noticed, and that everybody hasn't been pissing themselves laughing at you all morning...

I just hope that my hair's long enough now that it covered the ticket, since I didn't tie it up this morning (my hair, not the ticket).

D'oh!

Nothing much else exciting on the go today. How about you?

Catch you tomorrow, no doubt...