Wider and shorter

Came home from Daughter's yesterday evening - lovely curries and blueberry pie - and I could hear a ringing noise in the kitchen.
"What's that?"
"What? I can't hear anything," Husband said.

Now Husband's hearing is much better than mine so if I can hear something and he can't it means either a) I'm another step closer to loopiness, or b) it's the same frequency as his tinnitus so he can't differentiate between the two sounds.

I followed the noise around and decided I could only hear it in the kitchen. Then I went to bed.

It was still there this morning, so I put on my Clouseau accent and attempted to pin down the source. (Hope you are reading this the way it is intended to be read in bad French accent.) At first I thought it could be a bimb. "Were you expecting one?"

 

But you will be pleased to hear it was the light.

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Last week I bought a new pair of jeans, and I gave in and bought a larger size. (I still want to lose weight but it would be nice to be comfortable in the meantime.) When I started wearing them I loved them so much I ordered another pair. Same size but Short Length.

I have always considered myself average or regular but without fail I have to turn up* any trousers I buy. It never occurred to me in all the years I've been buying clothes for myself that perhaps a shorter length wouldn't need turning up. It is a revelation.

* When I say 'turn up' I mean that literally. No sewing involved.