Dirty tricks

Someone played a dirty trick on me this morning.  There I was congratulating myself that I could get into my size 12* jeans that I'd brought down from upstairs; then I found that someone had been at the jeans and sewn in a size 14 label!  Bloody cheek.

It can't possibly be anything to do with the fact that I've had no exercise for 3 months and got a taste for Minstrels, can it.

Oh and I can't even blame it on my odd shaped legs, because probably the odd one is actually smaller than the normal one.

(do you like my itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow red polka dot 'bikini'?)

There's no doubt about it, someone has been in my closet changing labels.  Probably the same person who left that sticky stuff on the bedroom floor.

*UK sizing!