The weight on my chest
Apparently belonged to Old boy.
I woke up this morning to a fistful of hair on my bosom. Bleary-eyed since i wasn’t wearing specs, for a moment, i thought i grew chest hair.
Until the furball stirred and snuggled his head further into my bosom did i realise that Old boy had been possibly, sleeping on my bosom the whole night.
Now i know why i had problems fitting into my bra today.
