One day, a little over a year ago I wanted to attend the funeral of a man who had been a neighbour and attended the same church as me. He was a quiet man and despite him being around for my whole life I wouldn't say that I knew him well.....
Anyway, on this particular day I was babysitting my niece who was about 18 months old at the time. I took her to the funeral with me and we did well for a while but then she got crotchety. I patted, I cuddled, I offered food but eventually I decided to retreat to the foyer of the church where the crotchetiness continued. The men from the funeral parlour waited in the foyer for the service to finish and watched me as I tried to pacify this cranky wee girl. I picked her up, she wanted down. I put her down, she wanted up. I rummaged in my bag looking for treasures to amuse a small child. I picked her up, I put her down. I pointed at objects and people. I counted cars. I picked her up, I put her down. And on it went.
Little did I realise that as I performed this mini workout my carefully chosen culottes were working themselves loose. They slipped down, further down, and further still until just as they probably were about to drop off I noticed this wardrobe malfunction. I wonder if the funeral assistants had noticed a good four inches of funereal black knicker on full display !
ps: don't forget the competition