On the way home from work this evening, I decided to start Serious Preparations for The Trip. Item number one on agenda: New Knickers. Am fed up with droopy shapeless garments worn since year dot. Any parent will understand the guilt involved in buying clothes..or anything...for oneself, when there is a child who has the insatiable needs and wants of some fledgling bird. But I resisted. I held tight to my principles. And I ended up buying the Cheapest Knickers in Town. Six pairs for ten pounds. Brought them home and have just spent a happy half hour trying these things on. Well. Boy shorts. Huh. Look like the sort of things women marathon runners wear( on top). Thongs. These appear to have one mission in life; to disappear to places no Marks and Spencer knickers ever went. And finally, some lacy affairs that will do precisely nothing to keep out the chill of a South African winter. (Although may come in handy for acting as a water filter when up some remote hillside with gap year youf on safari.)
Tomorrow: wash new knickers and pass to teenage daughter. Saturday: M and S for proper knickers.
It's a wise woman that knows the limits of her under garments!!
ReplyDeleteThink the limit was reached last night, Jon!But would hate to have to test it!
ReplyDeleteI'm a boy shorts kind of girl myself, but then these are not just boy shorts, these are M&S boy shorts.
ReplyDeleteAh...will try some of these at weekend......and buy some choccy mousses whilst there!
ReplyDeleteJust don't mix the two up. Though, on second thoughts....
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