Not sorting out the washing properly, and putting DBH's favourite work pure wool trousers in the tumbledryer. 
I was thinking about something on a thread and not paying attention, so shall just have to hope that DBH is also thinking about something when he puts them on, and not paying attention to his trousers flapping around his ankles and wondering if he perhaps needs to go on a diet?
What's the worst sandwich filling?
Family don't pitch in and help
I sit here far too long when I could be out walking.

