Open front door, in bathrobe, with complete bedhead, which in my case is usually a very unkempt mohawk variation, and creases still on my face from the pillow etc. At least no leftover makeup today though.
Its the nice Polish Tescos delivery man.
Girlfriend comes to see what's up, wearing not very much.
"There's just one substitution today sir"
"Erm. Ok..."
Great. Now the Tescos dude thinks we just eat Tesco Value 8p Yoghurt, drink wine and shag. I'll have to go back to leaving the house and actually going to the supermarket...
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