It’s inevitable.
My worst fear (well, at this point of speaking lah) has happened!

I ATE INTO MY TROUSERS!

You may think that sentence does not make any sense.
It does, oh yes, it does!

When I got my new trousers (from work, part of my uniform), I showed it off to everyone how loose it was (that sentence making sense now?) – that I could fit a chicken into it…the crotch area of the trousers was hanging about 2 inches lower than where it should be…
:pfft:

Today…you guessed it!
No hanging crocth area, no fitting in chickens…
:shock:

Oh dear.
Time for damage control!

…right after I finish my two portions of pasta carbonara.
:P