There I am, merrily sewing away, when I give a yelp. Oh no! I was meant to cut out another facing/a second waistband piece/some pockets. Trouble is, I’ve been too efficient and all my scraps have gone straight in the kitchen bin.
I look around furtively. No one’s watching. I tip toe over to the bin and peer inside. Discarded curry? Baked beans? No, nothing too disgusting. You know what’s coming next, don’t you? I retrieve my scraps of fabric. Wave them around in the air a bit. That’ll do. No stains and the smell will go soon.
Tell me I’m not alone. I’m begging you! Or should I just give up now and pray for forgiveness?