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There is a slim chance that I may take professional qualifications one day (medical/nursing degree)
Ah, the seed had been planted...
Fluffy socks - Christmas gift from my parents three or four years ago
Black work socks - from a multi-pack, maybe £1 per pair?
Jogger bottoms (same as last time I answered this) - bought by my mother about twenty or more years ago
Knickers - from a multi-pack, maybe £2 per pair
Bra - probably £20 - 25 as I typically buy them on sale
T-shirt - hmm, I think this may have been bought by my mother when I was in my teens too
Zip up top - bought on sale... maybe £15 - 20?
Warmer outer zip up top - Christmas present from my (now deceased) Grandmother, maybe ten years ago?
So £38 - 48 total.
Now I'm picturing the following scene: "The year was 2046. The elderly man put down his curry vindaloo, smacked his lips and remarked, "If that doesn't shift it, nothing will!" Almost immediately, the expression on his face changed from one of triumph to one of discomfort. "Well, ah, I think I shall pop upstairs..." he murmured. "Do. You. Require. Any. Assistance. Sir?" enquired his housekeeping android. The man gave the android a withering look. "If the day ever comes when I can't wipe my own arse, I demand that you shoot me" he snarled. With that, he rushed upstairs as fast as his withered old legs could carry him. He'd been waiting for this for several days. One of the horrors of getting old. He sat on the toilet and waited for nature to take its course. He gripped the seat tightly, and pushed and pushed. Goodness, this was a big one! All at once, he let out a colossal groan and there was an almighty splash in the toilet bowl. The man was sweating, and his heart was beating fast. Too fast. The exertion of the moment had got to him. Through the mists of time, a memory flashed into the man's mind. A ouija board. "No...!" he cried. "Please, no...!" He rose to his feet, but in his weakened state could not pull up his trousers. He reached for the toilet paper, but the strain was too great and he fell to the floor, the paper trailing from his hand. At that moment, his housekeeping android, having heard his cries, finished negotiating the stairs and burst through the door. On witnessing the scene before him, it clipped on his arm's gun attachment, took aim, and fired. Later, when it was taken to be destroyed, it could only repeat, "But. He. Told. Me. To. Do. It. He. Told. Me. To. Do. It."
I was weird when I was twenty one.