it's the wrong trousers!

As I was leaving work yesterday someone commented on my new style uniform and only at that point did I realize I was wearing the wrong one.
I now feel maybe that was symptomatic of the whole day. The wrong bag meant the eggs smashed, the paper handles unable to bear the weight. The incorrect penalty letter. An email saying I've done something else wrong.
It feels wrong to be parting from my kids for a few days just when I feel i've rediscovered my parenting skills. It still feels wrong that my friend died, wrong that I can't hang out with those I'd like to hang out with. Wrong that I live in isolation when I was designed to live in community. Even spotify is all wrong.
Let's hope that today I'm wearing the right trousers.

(I would like to point out the artistic licence I've taken with today's title. Actually I wear the same trousers for each of my main jobs, it's only the top that differs, but where's the comic inspiration in a title of 'it's the wrong top'?)