This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to fend for myself

I was working from home on Friday. I ate an eccles cake. Without a plate. This is what happened.

And because I was wearing my crappy, very-cheap velour trousers (working from home, remember, before you start to judge. Not actually seeing any other person) the crumbs wouldn’t brush off and I had to go outside to jump up and down whilst battering my crotch.

My back garden is overlooked by about ten other flats. I sincerely hope nobody was in.

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