Being a writer means that I sit on my bottom a lot which means that I wear only comfortable clothing. I live in my polar fleece top, tracksuit pants and Ugg boots.
But yesterday my daughter told me that my eight-year old Target tracksuit pants look like poo catchers – a term I discovered young people use for pants that sag under and around your backside.
I looked in the mirror and sure enough, my pants were exactly as my daughter described them. They reminded me of a one year olds fully laden nappy.
I laughed at first, but then my laugh faded.
I thought back to all the times I had innocently worn them up the street to buy milk or take the dog for a walk or to post a letter.
So its goodbye and into the bin for my dear old friend. You have served me well.