Judith Proctor's Journal

I've just been sorting out my fancy dress outfit for whotheheckami's MASH party this weekend.

No pale blue shirt... (I'm going as a token USAF officer)

Turns out that my son also owns a pale blue shirt and the two have been getting mixed up - in fact, mine has been in his possession for some time - and it's filthy!

I think even the washing machine is going to have a tough time with it. I think he wears things until they fall off. The concept of putting clothes into the laundry basket is somehow alien to the mind of the male teenager...

Ah well, if all else fails, I might find a new one in a charity shop before Saturday.