On Sat I came home from a work trip. TheWife is away with theBoy visiting friends and her sister. So I had the house to myself.It wasn't until this morning I had discovered that I had left my toothbrush in Sydney. Yep. I went Sat night, and all of Sunday and Monday without once thinking I had to clean my teeth.In my defence I think I left the house once on Monday night to put the bins out. The rest of the time I spent bunkered at home catching up with some home alone time. So it's not like I was having to be near people.Actually that's no defence. It's not a tree in the forest falls does it make a sound issue. It's basic fucking hygiene.Anyway this morning was spent purchasing breath mints from the cafe downstairs (needed for my employee to boss assessment - which I passed with the top rating) and convincing a friend to drive me to the shops so I could spring for a new brush.I got a pink brush. Because I am that confident in my heterosexuality that it bothers me not to stick a pink object in and out of my mouth. Esp one that has pleasurable mouth vibrations.