|It's just a bit of post surgical swelling, honest!|
|Vicky Pollard, one of our brightest sporting hopes for London 2012|
Anyway, as it was November and the coldest winter in 30 years was forecast I opted, much to my own disgust, for a black (slimming) velour pair of joggers. The velour tracksuit is usually the remit of wannabe WAG CHAVs or the Waynetta Slobs of this world and I was hoping I could blame hormonal insanity for my purchase, that was until I came out of hospital. I don't think I've ever been happier with an item of utility clothing as I was with those joggers.
|Perhaps I'll rename Missy Spudulika, it's exotic!|
I still wear them now, almost a year on. As soon as I get in from the school run, it's off with the jeans and on with the joggers, teamed with an old red Coca-Cola t-shirt and either a cardigown (one of my many ratty old cardigans that I wouldn't be seen dead in outside the confines of my home) or my 'Slobby Joe' (a massive blue sweatshirt stolen from my sister in 1992 and worn to death ever since - its cuffs are frayed and there is a hole in the front, along with some rather suspect stains and the left sleeve has tile adhesive on it but it's wonderful to wear, and never feels like cardboard, even after washing) .
|Exhibit A - CSI would have a field day with this baby|
The joggers are cosy and comfy (god I'm getting old!) and allow me to roll around on the floor with Missy and I don't really mind what crap gets spilt, stuck to or wiped onto them. Although I was a little heartbroken when I splashed bleach on them last month and come to think of it they're starting to wear at the knee, but the question is, do I replace them? I can't blame the hormones this time round!