The Wrong Trousers.(Or at least I thought.)

I pulled on the only clean pair of jeans that I could see with my bleary missted early morning eyes. I thought my weight had remained pretty constant over the last few months. Maybe too much ice-cream? Anyway; I didn't feel good the whole day, I felt sick, but I did my job.
And at least nobody died. That would be too boring.
Wishfull Thinker.