Wearing the uniform

Among people who work from home, it’s something of a theme that still wearing pyjamas mid-afternoon is not uncommon. I often commit this sin of sloth as well, but not today. Today, to get myself in the mood for several hours of writing, I’ve elected to wear a school uniform.

I bought a new kilt last week, so I’m wearing it with my shirt, sweater and tie; my hair is in a single plait down my back. The only thing I can’t decide is whether I’m a timid first-year, pouring all my attention into unfamiliar big-school prep so that I don’t have to find out, for the first time ever, what the slipper feels like – or whether I am, in fact, a prefect, about to be distracted from my work by a miscreant reporting for punishment.

Both options are equally tantalising. I haven’t played out the latter before, and I don’t know how well it would work. Would I be overly frustrated when no miscreant, in fact, turns up?

I’ll see how it goes for the rest of the day, but I think I’ll go with the prefect fantasy for now.

6 thoughts on “Wearing the uniform

  • 18 October, 2010 at 12:58 pm
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    If no miscreant shows up, you can always go to McDonald’s to find one. 😉

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  • 18 October, 2010 at 1:01 pm
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    I think you’re mistaking me for my very odd husband! Only Burger King miscreants for me.

    …Alternatively, there are fantasy representations of our distant friends.

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  • 18 October, 2010 at 6:32 pm
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    Hee hee, think you’ll find if you wear that uniform on Tuesday that you’ll have a miscreant to deal with 😉

    WFM at your house is going to be so interesting!!

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  • 18 October, 2010 at 6:34 pm
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    Hee. There’s a nice thought…

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  • 18 October, 2010 at 6:40 pm
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    I have been instructed to bring a uniform and all 😉 x

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