I swear I don't make this up
2003-04-17 || 1:55 p.m.

And so picture the scene...

I've washed the sofa cushion covers and hung them on the line. I now take the actual large cover off. I decide to shake it outside in the street before putting it in the washing machine. I'm standing there, shaking it out when my socialist friend from around the corner cycles past. He stops to chat.

I am wearing:

No bra. A black T-shirt that says 'naughty' across the front. Pink pyjama bottoms and as if that was not a wonderful enough outfit as it was - just for that finishing haute couture touch - a pair of diving sandals.

And there I am unwashed, standing in the sun, having a political conversation about the back biting in the local labour party, looking like that.

I tell you, it could only happen to me.

It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.