This weekend we bought a chest of drawers for the bedroom. The exciting thing about this is that for the first time in over two years, my underwear is no longer sitting in a cardboard box on the floor of the bedroom. Glamorous though my Marks and Spencer’s pants doubtless are, it’s nice to have them out of sight for a change. And there’s space for the socks (no mean feat, given my love for good socks in exciting colours).
The bizarre thing, though, was that as I was emptying my cardboard box I came across some underwear that didn’t belong to me. So, if anyone I’ve ever lived with, or anyone I’ve ever slept with, has been one bra short for the past few years, sorry!