I used to have a balaclava when I was small – mum was concerned about conserving the heat from our readybrek when we walked to school. Very uncomfortable as I remember – your readybrek breath used to condense on the balaclava, rapidly cool, and you ended up with a frigid, wet slab of acrylic across your mouth and nose.
Yesterday we had people round and stayed up most of the night. The balaclava came up, as did tub girl and milking pigs. After the children had gone we decorated one of their gingerbread men obscenely. It’s still funny today.
Anyway, Matt went down the high street this morning and came back with a balaclava. Now I can show myself. Here I am.