Today I've been up to my Little Stalky cleaning antics, which usually involve much wearing of a tracksuit whilst listening to and dancing to my music. I had a proper spring clean today and for some reason was overcome with the need to organise my wardrobe. As you do. I felt better for it though and discovered clothes I'd forgotten I even owned. Some so old in fact that they've come back into fashion. Good job I didn't throw them away! The thing that did get me thinking was the discovery of three pairs of knickers in my underwear drawer that don't belong to me. I know my pants and I'm certain that these rogue items are not mine. This got me thinking, I must have somehow inadvertently stolen someone's pants! I have no idea how this happened but I can only imagine that either El Kenco or Monster Noggin are missing their undies. So ladies...I might have your pants! After putting my wardrobe back in order I got on to the less interesting jobs of cleaning the bathroom and hoovering the floor. With the hoover whirring, occasionally growling and my music at a decent volume I didn't initially hear the random noise that began vibrating through the room. When I did, I jumped and thought it was my phone ringing. I leaped for the phone, then the second phone - Little Stalkys require two phones; one is like a bat phone - but neither was making any noise at all, let alone vibrating. I switched off the hoover and then proceeded to yelp in surprise as the vibrating noise swiftly turned into a rattling / banging noise. On guard, I spun a circle but still could not identify the noise. It was only when I heard the squealing of a drill next door did I realise that the neighbours were apparently partaking in a bit of DIY. I didn't even know we had neighbours. But obviously we do. Loud, drill using neighbours. Maybe they were retaliating against my music but it wasn't that loud. The drilling continued for another five or ten minutes before vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. I'm glad because I'm pretty sure our neighbours were close to coming through the wall!
How very trusting you are. Re the rogue nickers, they are probably either someone's (hmmm) souvenirs, or someone (hmmm) has a secret pastime. We need to know!
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ReplyDeleteIf they're big and white then they either belong to me or Bridget Jones! If they look like a piece of string then they probably belong to El Kenco...
ReplyDeleteHmmm mysterious knickers. They're an English brand and they're all the same so must have come from a pack. Maybe they stowed away in my suitcase. More adventurous underwear looking to see the world!
ReplyDeleteHaha love it! I'd be quite freaked out finding "mysterious knickers" in my underwear drawer!
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Hazel xxx
Oh yes, you've got to watch those pesky pants. Before you know it they've jumped into the hood of your jacket and are launching themselves on the floor in the middle of a gym session. Never cool!
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