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.
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.
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...
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.