Sunday, February 06, 2011

Sunday night is not only ironing night, but put the bins out night. It wasn't until I was hauling the second bin out to the street, the yellow lidded recycling one, that I realised my attire: green pyjama pants, black socks, red ballet ballets and a black cardi. Would have been embarrassed, and then realised I had probably inadvertently started some sort of trend: your average Northcote hipster might spend hours cultivating such a look.

Weary.