Wakeup Call

Over the past year or so Thunderthighs has been very good at getting exercise and eating (a little) more healthily and has lost quite a bit of weight. Being thrifty I’ve taken in the waistbands of his trousers so he isn’t continually hoiking them up. If he wears a belt it chafes awfully and he’s too long in the body for braces, they keep pinging off.

Yesterday’s wakeup call was a huge slamming of the front door as Thunderthighs came in from his paper round, an ominous silence as he took off his socks and put them in the laundry basket, then our bedroom door thudding open against the wardrobe.

"What's up?" we asked.

"Can't you see?!"

Silhouetted in the doorframe I could see the outline of his masked head, hoodied torso, boxershorts, legs and material gathering about his ankles.

"Oh is your trouser waistband too loose? Have you been pulling them up all the way round?"

"Yes!! They have not been taken in" accusingly.

(you simply cannot get the staff!)

“Well, a ‘mother can you take these trousers in please?’ would be a far better way of getting it done …”

Time to get the sewing machine out.

Yesterday afternoon I:-

took in the waist of a pair of Thunderthighs' jeans,

patched the thighs of 2 others,

repaired the crotches of 3 of Ferretfingers' underpants,

repaired the seam of a pillowcase,

sewed the elastic back into one of Ferretfingers' facemasks,

replace stretched elastic in one of Fester's facemasks,

made Fester 2 new facemaks, recycling underpant materials and old braces.

cut out material for even more masks - but had had enough by then.