That thing I was meaning to blog about: I moved my bed the other day and found two pairs of pants and four socks that had fallen down the back of the radiator in the days of the previous occupant. This is great! It delays the time when I'll have to buy new underwear by at least another couple of years! I suppose, if I was strictly honest, I should track down the guy who used to live here and send them on to him, but then it's possible that they're not his, and they've been down the back of the radiator for decades. They do have a sort of seventies feel to them.
Also, I'm going to Boston tomorrow night for a couple of days. More of that 'get the head office workers out into real stores every now and then' thing that I did a few months ago, and I thought it might be a good excuse to check out the old town and see what's happening there these days. Probably nothing, but you never know. There's probably Christmas decorations. So I'll be staying in the only nice hotel in Boston, the White Hart, and they told me they've got internet access, so your daily blogging service should be uninterrupted. But you never know.
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I find the thought of wearing someone else's pants a bit disturbing, even if you do wash em beforehand. Especially as you don't know whose pants they are. I mean, you might be inadvertently wearing the pants of a serial killer or a traffic warden or something.
I hope you will wash them before you wear them...
Actually, I didn't. If they'd been hanging on the radiator, they must have just come out of the washing machine, right?
Unless he was the kind of guy to wee himself and then just hang his pants out to dry without washing them. I should've considered that before I wore them...
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