Among people who work from home, it’s something of a theme that still wearing pyjamas mid-afternoon is not uncommon. I often commit this sin of sloth as well, but not today. Today, to get myself in the mood for several hours of writing, I’ve elected to wear a school uniform.
I bought a new kilt last week, so I’m wearing it with my shirt, sweater and tie; my hair is in a single plait down my back. The only thing I can’t decide is whether I’m a timid first-year, pouring all my attention into unfamiliar big-school prep so that I don’t have to find out, for the first time ever, what the slipper feels like – or whether I am, in fact, a prefect, about to be distracted from my work by a miscreant reporting for punishment.
Both options are equally tantalising. I haven’t played out the latter before, and I don’t know how well it would work. Would I be overly frustrated when no miscreant, in fact, turns up?
I’ll see how it goes for the rest of the day, but I think I’ll go with the prefect fantasy for now.
If no miscreant shows up, you can always go to McDonald’s to find one. 😉
I think you’re mistaking me for my very odd husband! Only Burger King miscreants for me.
…Alternatively, there are fantasy representations of our distant friends.
Hee hee, think you’ll find if you wear that uniform on Tuesday that you’ll have a miscreant to deal with 😉
WFM at your house is going to be so interesting!!
Argh I meant Friday, not Tuesday, doh!
Hee. There’s a nice thought…
I have been instructed to bring a uniform and all 😉 x