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!