My husband walked into the room, naked. It's a good job this blog is anonymous because if you knew him you'd have to stop reading now for a drink of water, or at least a few deep breaths.
Having woken too early, the other three of us are lounging on the bed. Well, I'm lounging. The small one is chewing the bedding, the large one is trampolining.
'I'll just go for my shower now'
'You can't go yet' says my husband 'I'm not dressed'
'Well I can't keep an eye on both of them and get dressed at the same time'
Yes dear. That's why, for the last week you've been away I've done the nursery run, shopping, visiting friends, music and ballet classes all entirely stark bollock naked.
In his defence he did concede I might have a point.