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Yep...another howler from my good self!

Just as I had unpegged the dry laundry and put it all in the basket (which is piled high ) the postman shouts holaaaaa to me over the garden wall.

I, along with the basket of dried clothes, go to the gate to see what postman Pat has brought, and I'm signing for the package when out of absolutely nowhere a gust of a breeze whips the top article from the pile of laundry and it lands right by the left boot of the postie.

I look down at the article.

The postie looks down at the article.

It was only a pair of my black knickers.

Said knickers were swiftly picked up and myself, parcel, laundry basket and offending knickers beat a hasty retreat.

Ooops!

Better than landing on his head though!

guess who's gonna be talk of the postman's round!

"do you know the strange English woman who lives at-----------!

wii you be able to show your face in the shops again ?!!!

Ally,

You should have said"Are these yours?"

Reading the various posts, they would make a good comedy script for TV

Poor little postman.

He must have been desperate for an explanation.