black, blue, green...

On Sunday morning while I was cleaning the kitchen and cooking breakfast my Husband was upstairs banging about. I wondered what he was doing but not enough to go and look. After we had eaten he said "come and see what I did", with that my blood ran a little colder....dun dun dun.

What he had done, he told me with great excitement was rearranged his wardrobe. "Look Fon, trousers one end and tops the other" Hmmm, I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. Eventually I settled on "thats fantastic Juan have you ever looked in my wardrobe?" As it turns out he hadn't, so he did....

He opened the doors and stood in silence for at least 15 seconds while the horror of what was inside dawned on him. You see, I organise my clothes alphabetically by colour. Sunday was the day he realised he was "Sleeping with the Enemy"...