déjà vu

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I was munching my breakfast on the stairs this morning, silently congratulating myself on being slightly less porkier around the waist, despite what the Fat Club scales proclaimed last night. Then I went to the loo - as my routine dictates - and discovered that my jeans weren't actually looser; I had simply forgotten to put my belt on. D'oh. Yesterday, my eyeliner. Today, my belt. Tomorrow, my ... bra? Socks? SHOES?!? I shall not worry about my forgetfulness until I forget that I must be dressed appropriately before leaving the house. Although, I suppose I might forget that I was supposed to remember to worry about my forgetfulness when I became too forgetful. I dreamt of a window cleaner last night. Not mine. And definitely not sexual. Husband being in the next room in this Dream World ensured that nothing of a naughty nature take place. In fact, I needed him to save me from the window cleaner who was not mine, and was not cleaning windows. He was trying to sell me a sound system so that I could really dig those beats in a living room which wasn't mine. He had no concept of personal space. I wonder if he moved on to inhabit the Dream World of someone else when he left mine? Did a window cleaner who isn't yours try to sell you something you don't desire, want or need last night?