Hah!
So everyone outside is dead? Not a chance of a nosey passerby or zombie to interrupt my solitary peach eating? Bloody hate tinned peaches, vile things. How long does the peach eating thing go on for?
Hmmm. Ok. No bra, ugg slippers, maybe even with socks seriously soft PJs, horrible ancient soft hoodie (too soft to get rid). I am THE champion true slattern!
Nobody does it better.
As I walk away from S&B, what would you wear Brenda?