Something fishy in the state of my wardrobe...

So, apparently I was burgled sometime yesterday. And this morning. Very strange burglar this. Seemed to have a thing for women's clothing. Especially my clothing. Took every single scrap I own. Including what was in the laundry hamper, which makes me bloody glad I did laundry last weekend. And he even came back this morning when I was in the shower and swiped what I'd been wearing last night. I guess I should be glad I got left a towel, huh?

I shouldn't be too hard on this burglar, tho'. He (or 'they', since I'm thinking this definitely wasn't an one-man job, no matter how clever this burglar thinks he is - no sign of forced entry, to quote The Bill which means someone had a key) left me with some aboslutely fabulous outfits. Just lovely. I swear, I've never seen so much pink and fluffy since I was taking Meg shopping. So, faced with the choice of going to work in a towel, and wearing one of these (and btw, the granny bloomers? quality touch there) things, I... well, you'll see what I ended up with in the photo below. Thank Mark and his camera phone for the evidence.

( Just be glad it wasn't the poncho... )

I should also thank Mark for the jacket, since I was freezing my arse off - there's limits and the faux pink fur coat just wasn't happening.

So, Ange, I think we're even, yeah? Since as far as I know, you didn't wear any of the stuff you got left (not that there'd be pictures of it *grins*). Points for getting hold of the key - if the sniggering from the server room is anything to go by, Mr. Ramsey needs some pointed looks. Or possibly a booby trap. I'm deciding which. So wherever my clothes are, can I have them back?

Especially the Docs. No-one messes with the Docs.