18.1.12 River Island Scratch

It does sound like something weird or wonderful, doesn't it.  The River Island Scratch could be a style of music or perhaps a dance.  It could be a fatal disease from some far-off exotic place.  It could be a rare stamp or some other collector's item.  But none of these is true. 

Last night, Mrs MWSC searched for, and found, her short and sharp implement, after rootling around at the back of the landing cupboard, in various boxes.  It is the sort of instrument that Airport Security would have a fucking field day with, and probably quarantine you, carry out a strip search and conduct an hour-long interrogation to be sure you miss your flight.  "What is this monstrous device?" I hear you ask, "And why was Mrs MWSC so keen to locate its whereabouts on a Tuesday night?".  Well, I will pull you out of your confused state.  My jogging bottoms (or should I give them their proper descriptive term - 'Lounging Pants'), acquired by Mrs MWSC for my good self as a present a while ago, have been giving me jip.  The cause was the 'River Island' tag sewn into the waistband.  This had been causing grief for a fair while, scratching at the base of my back.

Mrs MWSC has a small plastic holder (the size of a cigarette) within which is a thing with a sharp, U-shaped point, perfect for getting under small stitches and cutting the little buggers.  In such a manner, she was able to remove the offending label.  The problem was, she told me, that the label had been cut not by scissors but some sort of heated cutter/laser, so the edges of the material became rather too hard.  Sewing the label on to the jogging bottoms meant stitching close to the edge of the label, pulling the label on to the trousers, but forcing the very edge outwards slightly.  This was the cause of the River Island Scratch.

I am pleased to report that I am now cured of River Island Scratch, and hope that this little report might help you to overcome any similar problems you encounter.  [New Look Rash can be quite debilitating]

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