I hope you had a great weekend; I have a few spare minutes before having a delicious liver and sausage meal for tea then going out to the psychic circle.
I was prompted to write this blog on a peculiar subject, only because I was clearing out the computer room of junk ready for decorating soon, when I came across a coat hanger and thinking what the hell it was doing in the computer room.
My other half always says 'yes' when an assistant in the clothes shops ask if we want to keep the hanger. I can remember bagging up some metal coat hangers a few years back and we collected hundreds which went to the metal bin at the tip. Friend Gemma says I have too much time on my hands, which is sadly not true, but tonight, determined to bottom this issue, I counted the hangers in the house.
Take a deep breath:
Eldest son's bedroom, 41
Middle son's bedroom 49
Youngest son's bedroom 44
My wardrobe 94
Wife's wardrobe 107
In the washing basket ready for ironed clothes 33
Computer room 1
Living room 1
Making a grand total of 383 coat hangers in our household!
Before you ask why a bloke has got so many coat hangers, it's not because I have masses of clothes, but all my shirts, jumpers and trousers are on hangers too - honest!
It's a while since I did a quote, but here is one by Sir Cecil Beaton on the subject of mini-skirts:
"Never in the history of fashion has so little material been raised so high to reveal so much that needs to be covered so badly."