Bit of a "thing/thong"

No, not a lisped invitation for a bit of karaoke

but a rummage through the darkest recesses of the storage

facilities for my nether garments.  Mes pantalons!

I invite you at your peril to enter the strange and eerie world of

GRANNY LONG DOG'S KNICKERS!

Unless you are of a nervous disposition in which case

clear off and find something else to do with your time.

Come out Rodney, you'll suffocate in there.

 

It all started off as a normal sort of day - a quick cup of tea,

the first check of emails, a freshen up with a damp flannel

and then off into the bedroom to chose what to wear starting

with clean undies of which there appeared to be none

so I started to dig deep in the hope that something would turn up.

Arsenal - 7 always was my lucky number.

 

 It was then that I saw it, half hidden under a pair of Arsenal football

socks (don't ask) at the back of the drawer.

An aptly named team if you add the words "hanging out" after the name.

However, at that self same moment, I found myself being used as a channel

for the disembodied voice of my mother, just like in a seance,

She boomed out, "What is this thong (thing) doing in your

Drawer of Drawers?"  Disapproval and horror in every syllable.

Julia - this time you have gone too far!

 

She didn't mean it, I'm sure, in the sense of "Holy of Holies"

but there again maybe she did as some of my favourite pairs

have indeed seen plenty of action in their day and

are sadly a little moth eaten in places.

Even more uncomfortable the wrong way round.

 

 

I can honestly say that, hand on heart, I know not from whence came said

article (must have been some party) but I knew exactly where it was going.

With a phenomenal turn of speed unusual for a woman of my age the item in

question was hoisted into place quicker than you can say knife.

Knife was, however, exactly the word I used several seconds

later when I discovered that this particular style of garment

did little to endear itself in terms of either comfort or warmth.

 

That's more like it - you can tie up the
legs when trouble starts!

 

So it's back to the tried and trusted, it's the black widow's wee-ds for me or

as I sometimes think of them - garments for women who cry at both ends,