Was about to jump in the bath with the girls tonight (as you do when you are on tank water and can’t spare enough for a shower on your own!) and had stripped off and wandered into the bathroom when my lovely husband started laughing hysterically at me. I mean ok I know my body is not that great but I figure he’s seen if often enough not to break into giggles when I get my wobbly bits out so I was rather unimpressed. But he was able to calm down enough to point and ask if I had passed inspection. Huh? What? So I look down and there sitting neatly in the middle of my pubic hair is a sticker saying ‘inspected by no. 134 – ok’
It seems the new knickers I’d bought on the weekend had their inspection stickers stuck right in the crotch of each one. I’d not noticed when I put them on and somehow during the day it had worked it’s way into a strategic place to give my other half a good laugh!
So now everyone knows that I have been inspected by number 134 and I am ok!!