Freedom

We buy white toilet tissue. I insist upon it actually.

You know what I'm talking about don't you? Pink, blue, cream or green toilet rolls are utterly useless for the purpose of obsessing about your bodily secretions (please, for the love of all things hormonal tell me you know what I'm on about!)

We  I picked up cream paper by mistake. I only realised it as our items were being scanned. Hmm. Do I grab the toilet tissue, make a dash for it and switch it? Do I admit my obsession to Ray? Of course he doesn't know, why on earth would I tell him that? He copes well enough with me dipping ovulation sticks in pee but I think that some things really should remain unknown in a relationship.

I didn't change it; I stood in line trying to calculate how long 12 rolls would last and then realised that I was indeed barking mad and needed to  s t o p.

So I find myself free from the toilet tissue checking. I've also decided to hide the white knickers at the back of the drawer too and only wear purple, pink, blue and black. (Why do I have no orange knickers?)

I need another obsession, at least until we go to the supermarket again.




ps, this does not mean I am pregnant, I don't think I will ever joke about knicker checking in pregnancy again.