The flasher

I arrived at work yesterday to the mortifying news – delivered by my colleague Melissa – that my Leona Edmiston dress was tucked into the back of my Bonds tights.

Soooooo embarrassing.

I had travelled all the way from home to the bus stop, caught the bus, picked up my morning coffee and walked to the office in that state.

I cannot dwell on it. It would keep me awake for the next week … month … year.

I arrived home last night to the mortifying realisation that I had also walked from work to the bus stop, caught the bus home and walked to my apartment with my Leona Edmiston dress tucked into the back of my Bonds tights.

I kid you not. I’d done it all over AGAIN.

Head in hands.

The shame!

How on earth did I manage to do it twice in the same day? I have no freaking idea. But I do know I will not be wearing that dress again for a VERY long time. It is jinxed.

My flimsy excuse for not checking my butt was covered on my homeward journey is that I was in a mad panic. I needed to meet my neighbour Wendy, who is moving out of the block this week and was giving me the handover on the garden maintenance and the fire alarm system.

I am not a green thumb, so I just nodded and pretended to understand as she took me to the various quadrants of the garden and pointed out trees and bushes by name and discussed their trimming requirements. Then she showed me the scary walkie-talkie boxy thing in the foyer that houses the fire alarm stuff.

My eyes darted around in search of a more adulty adult to take over the responsibilities, but there wasn’t one.

So it has fallen on me to liaise with Mac the builder and Matt the gardener and Ralph the painter and Chris the strata manager and whoever the fire emergency person turns out to be.

I have drawn the line at taking the green bins out. I am not sure my hips are up to it. Wendy put out a general call on the body corporate WhatsApp group for someone to shoulder that duty and all she got was crickets.

After my handover, I raced home to prep Mongolian lamb for DD, who popped in briefly to be bombarded with all the news he missed over the past few weeks while he was at two conferences in Europe.

And finally, a huge thank you to the wonderful blog followers who reached out with advice and assistance for my friend Jodie in Jordan.

I am sorry that I didn’t have time to thank you in person. Yesterday was a bit mad.

Between my crazy workload and tucking my dress into my tights and sorting out my body corporate responsibilities … which don’t mean a heap of beans compared to the real problems others are facing … time and good manners were lacking.

But it means a lot to me to know people have my back.

And Jodie really appreciated it too.

Song of the day: Joe Cocker “You can leave your hat on”