Running out of clothes again

An ominous ripping sound across the shoulder of my pyjamas as I rolled over in bed. I can probably patch the tear, but it's a sign that the fabric is worn out -- the bottom buttons need patching on both pyjama jackets, one of them for the second time as it has torn a hole in the patch itself.

It's inevitable, as I haven't had any new pyjamas for years and they get an awful lot of wear -- my winter ones are in worse condition. But it's hard enough to get decent new pairs of pyjamas at the best of times... these ones came from a summer fair that no longer exists, the first pair being such a success that I made a beeline for the stall the following year to snap up a second pair.

My entire wardrobe is just falling apart.

Gas credit

The gas company sent me a confusing letter informing me that as I was "using more energy" I "need to pay a bit more each month", since I had managed to reduce my massive credit with them by the grand total of £40 in six months.

It turned out that immediately after sending me a letter asking me for more money while telling me that I had a credit balance of almost £400, they had silently credited my bank account with a refund of three hundred. Which makes sense, as theoretically I am now earning interest on my own money (as if!) instead of them sitting on it indefinitely, and presumably makes their accounting easier by bringing the sums involved back into a more normal range.

The letter would have made a lot more sense if they had mentioned that they wanted to refund me the money, though!

(I'm somewhat concerned by the figure telling me that I used twice as much gas in the last six months as during the same period the previous year, however -- I don't think I've been doing that much more cooking, or taking vastly more baths! I wonder if it was the episode during which the central heating, which is normally off, got stuck on at full blast for twelve hours or so?)

I still haven't mended those pyjamas, which I'm going to end up regretting imminently....