I may have solved the T-shirt problem at last. Having bought three which were size XXXL and worn and washed two of them I note the shrinkage is such that they are almost still XXXL but just a teeny wee bit shrunk. Allowing for future washes I consider these three will now serve as the correct size! The pile of too small t-shirts will soon be dumped on the charity shops, un-ironed!
How can buying one item take such a long time to fix? OK I could spend money on expensive t-shirts with stupid designs on the front but I am not 19 any more, that passed at least six years ago. It seems to me many of those will not remain the same size after a weeks wearing and a wash either. Those wee Bangladeshi's are earning fourpence a day for this and still cannot get the size right!
In other news I am still zonked, energy of mind and body does not exist. In spite of the hot sun I only ventured out for half an hour, and much of that was gossip with a neighbour, her gossip my concern for others you understand. A quick wander round and I was back half dead. All this work, all this late night football, how my bones feel it. I had to curb the eleven o' clock game as I had work next day, now I just miss it and sleep instead. I fear it is age as well as the bug.
What has happened in the world outside? I care not at the moment. But those who wish to better understand the previous post concerning 'Just a Minute,' would do well to pop over to Soub and see the programmes he has discovered. You may well like these.
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