The World According To Me

I have had an offer to share my house. An acquaintance/friend has asked if I am looking for a housemate to move in. I wasn't. But now I think about it, sharing the cost of rent would be some pretty sweet relief on my ever-diminishing purse right now. However, I have also gotten quite used to strolling around my abode in my knickers, which would have to stop if someone moved in. OR WOULD IT.

Also, there is a girl who works in the shop next door to my office who looks quite similar to a girl who works in my office. Lets just say our girl's name is Mary (it's not, protecting the privacy of the innocent etc), we call the girl next door Not-Mary. As in, I can't believe it's not Mary. Because they look similar, you know? *sigh*. It's lame. We don't know her name. But the point of my story is that I see her nearly every single day and I have never, ever seen her wearing the same thing. And I mean nothing is ever the same. I have never seen the same pair of pants twice, the same top, the same chunky-bead necklace, nothing. I have a declining work wardrobe which is on constant high rotation and I'm lucky if I don't wear the same thing two days in a row and I simply cannot understand how this bird (in the times when I see her) hasn't doubled up on clothing. My theories on how this could occur;