This week my mother has manged to:
1) Lose both my pairs of 'sports briefs', they're a little like a cricket jock-strap but less bondage looking, having misplaced them post Cricket Kit washing
2) Shrunk my new already ill-fitting shirt to the point wear I can only wear it if I take shallow breaths
YET IF I COMPLAIN I AM THE MONSTER!
Does anyone need a house mate? :(