Noggy, my cousins used to call it...

Quilt is what Aaron called his.

What is she on about?

Comfort blankets that's what.

I've got one.

'No! You surprise me!'

said in a voice that smacks of... to be honest nothing

surprises me with you LL.

I'm wearing mine as I sit on the sofa

 watching the much anticipated snow.

Well to call it snow is a slight exaggeration,

it's the thinnest, meanest looking snow you ever did see.

I digress.

A Peruvian Collection catalogue regularly, with gay abandon plops on the mat...

well you would won't you at the prices they charge!

I have in the past, in a fit, with my leg in the air bought from them.  

That old adage... you get what you pay for certainly applies to their clothes.

Wonderful quality.

Recently I've bought a body shaping slip.

Alright I know, before you even think it, my podge bod

doesn't for one moment look like this. 

It reminds me of what an all in-one

corselette must have felt like.

The nearest I got was, the wonder knickers of yore called...

 Passion was never killed quicker - Panti-Girdles.

Panti is what you did in struggling in and out of them.

I'm telling you now, the pants weren't of an exciting nature, more

a push and pull you nature.

Once in, you were  bulletproof.

On receiving my much awaited slip, on it went.

The idea was to smooth out the bulges.

More chance of a steam roller flattening Scafell!

I peeled it off and popped it in the drawer marked...

More Wasted Money

Later, much later, after my return from York, where in a sale I

bought a lovely dress, slightly, only slightly, you understand:

well it was in the sale and half price...

tight!

Out came the slip: shoe-horning in the many and various

 was a work-out in itself.

Once on, and tripping out and about, I felt strangely

snug... smug even!

Boy did it feel good, holding me in all the right places, 

which I ought to say now... a brave bra never has.

I'm encased, enthralled, enraptured by what on the face of it

is a roll of tightly knitted lycra...

and blooming marvellous it feels too!

With every fibre of my being, I try, oh how I try, not

to suck my thumb as I fondle the material.