Bra Gate…

Four pm on a Sunday and I’ve just got home from a shift at the local caffi. You can guess where I am, it’s become my regular blogging position….. my bath!

I think I’ll make it a regularly irregular feature  ‘babbling from the bathtub’ …  maybe I’ll talk about my fave bath products; unlikely ….

… although I am enjoying this homemade body scrub from my lovely friend Cheryl Glover, ‘Made with Glove’…good eh?

Anyway, I’m going to keep this slightly embarrassing post short and to the point I like to refer to it as Bra Gate. …..

So at lunch time a couple of days ago, I burst into Caffi Sosban (my local) with my usual gusto, chattering loudly and slightly hyper from a physical morning in the garden. As I’m standing in the doorway, I whip off my sweatshirt accidentally taking my t-shirt with it. So am standing there in my bra… I have booked the owners son in for some PTSD councelling and the couple in there who have just bought a house in the village may be regretting their decision to move here!!

So? Have you got an embarrassing confession to make? Do tell!

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I'm Bernice but unless I'm in trouble, it's Berni. I laugh heartily; love wholely and live completely. I write what I think. Sometimes its fun, sometimes its political, sometimes its frustration, or angst. Always its real and heartfelt. I now live in Mid Wales having found a home with my family (John, my parner and Jason, our son) here in Llanwrtyd Wells where everyday eccentricity is celebrated. a place in the UK that attracts those from outside the mainstream and has created an identity based on its quirkiness. A perfect home for someone like me who tends not to follow the crowd, doesn't have a quiet laugh, and tends to speak first, think later! Life has reached a juncture where I have become aware that when you live your life through rose-tinted spectacles, every experience becomes one including joy, laughter, friends, meetings, experiences and great memories. Having always fancied being a columnist I figured why not share my rose-tinted ramblings with anyone out there who might want to listen- and if no-ones out there, why not write them anyway - bit like a public diary - but hey I have no dirty little secrets that I'm not prepared to share....!!!!

13 thoughts on “Bra Gate…

  1. Haha! Oh my gosh I would have been mortified. I was in the park with my daughter a few months ago and it was quiet so just before we left i thought I’d have a go on the zip wire. Long story short, I fell off unceremoniously, shoe went flying, bum bruised, before I’d even started going. Didn’t try again, just collected my shoe and ushered my daughter back to the car quickly without looking to see if anyone had noticed! #BlogCrush

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  2. Haha. Thanks for sharing this post. I can face the world today knowing it’s not just me who does things like this. One day I’ll have to post the story of when I was visiting toilets in the public square in Paris when my coin ran out and the automatic doors popped open. #fortheloveofBLOG

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