Holiday knickers

Growing up, there wasn't a lot of money to throw around on new clothes, but mum always made sure we got some new pants to take with us on holiday. Maybe she worried that we were more likely to be hit by a bus when on holiday, so it wasn't just clean pants that were required, but brand spanking new ones.

The tradition continues - tomorrow I'm off to sunnier climes for some R&R, so today (a small part of today) was spent getting sorted in the underwear department.

I fancied a change from my usual Bridget Jones granny pants, but knowing little about such things (and caring even less), I had to ask my daughter for some sartorial advice. "Just don't buy anything that involves the word Brazilian", she entreated.

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