“Do I put some underwear on under my trackpants?” I wondered to myself as I left the house tonight to pick up a pizza. That one thought gives you an insight into my Saturday, doesn’t it?
As I was talking on the phone tonight to a family member – who lives in Darwin – I told her that despite my recent holiday, I could still do with another break. I’m a bit exhausted today. Reasonably active holiday. New job. Late night last night. Busy times etc.
It’s been a day of doing nothing. Sometimes you’ve just got to do that, right?
In the end, I didn’t put any underwear on. I figured it was only 100 metres to the supermarket, and most of that was in the dark, so even if there was some unintended tracksuit bulge, it wouldn’t offend too many people.