|Hurrah, I took a picture. Not sure this does them justice but|
at least I don't have to keep poorly describing them. My
favourite pair of knickers - now there's a phrase I never
thought I'd be typing.
I've spent a long time thinking through what I was going to write here and, I have to say, this wasn't one of the things that I envisaged. At some point I'm going to have to tell the story of how I got to be here, because that's the sort of thing that I do: I'm honest in all the wrong ways!
|Naughty naughty, I didn't check where this image actually came|
from, but I would so love to wear this number to sleep. It
looks awesome and like it would be really comfortable.
After the discovery, on the following Monday, Tilly texted me at work to explain that my daughter was drawing pictures of "Daddy in his dress" and that she didn't really know how to respond. She elected to simply say nothing and change the subject. When I got home that night I asked her how she would have responded before the discovery, intending to allay her fears and point out that such a response would still have been fine, but Tilly's answer cut me rather short. "I'd have explained that Daddys don't usually wear dresses, but I can't now can I?" she looked at me, "Besides, I wasn't telling you to get advice, I was just letting you know in case it came up". If I was clever I'd have been able to say: "Daddy doesn't usually dress in dresses." But I didn't, and that wasn't really the point anyway.