Knickers can turn up in the strangest of places.

It has occurred to me today after discovering last weeks knickers down my trousers whilst at the beauticians getting my nails done, that I have never been very good at being one of those highly professional people, who always appears externally to be in a bubble of beautiful professionalism. I should have learnt really after going into work with a sanitary towel stuck to my left shoe that my dreams of being the next Richard Branson was merely a bubble waiting to burst.

You see in this beautiful world we all live in there are those that tick all the boxes, who never have remnants of last nights dinner on their top under their left breast and then there are those that assume their clothing is clean because it wasn't launched over the banister destined for the washing pile which will slowly as the weeks go on creep to the washing machine, sometimes being utilised for the dogs bed on its journey.. I am of the lat

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ter type of person. jealous of those that are able to organise their lives in a way that is seemingly conducive with a fully functioning human.

however my lack of organisation does allow me to always see the best in people, I'm not going to look at the woman walking into work with last weeks sanitary towel stick to her shoe nd think what a twat, instead I will feel less lonely, and find comfort that she too will have several bras and knickers in a pile in the kitchen with the dog soundly asleep on them.

Keep the faith..