For a long time my erratic movements have made me a messy eater. I use plastic cutlery and a cup with a lid to help with this, but while my hands have been out of order I’ve been even more covered in food than usual. Even though they’ve largely recovered, I’m still finding cutlery a bit tricky to use.
After making a mess of my favourite jumper the other day, I decided to have a look online for a bib. I was pleasantly surprised by the range available for adults and ordered two different models. Both are relatively discreet and stylish and I’ve happily taken to wearing one at home. But I was wary about wearing one in public.
However, during lunch in a restaurant with King Russell and Fat Sister today I came to my senses and realised that pride was no good reason for putting good clothes at risk. So I donned the bib and, surprise, surprise, no one batted an eyelid.