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.
