Eggs

Now ! I thought.  Now is the  time to run down the hill to the local tienda for some eggs.
The mutts, miraculously were all inside the house, resting, so I did not have to do my song-and-dance number to collect them from their street hideouts.
And off I went, down the hill and to the short-cut that now has a been closed with several strands of barbed wire. Whether this is to hold we who live up on the hill inside, or they who live in the shanty outside I am not too sure about, but there it is. Three strands of vicious looking barbed wire that by now has been bent to accommodate easy trespass, well, maybe not so easy, for when I made my way through the opening I heard a distinct....rrrrrip.
Oh shit, I thought. Here goes the shorts and I haven't even been to the store yet.
I checked as best I could and found no visible damage.
I heard the rip; I know I heard the rip. It was loud and it was real, but what if not my shorts ?
My undies.
I had torn my undies.
Nobody would know but it was kind of unsettling to have my boxers split. I blame it--if there is  blame to apportion--on all my vigorous hand washing of my undies. Ah well. One down and a few more to go.
Maybe it is time to start to look for fabric for some new ones. Never a dull moment.