Before we had children my partner lay in bed, watching TV, whilst I got dressed. I felt his eyes upon me, as I fumbled in my drawers for something clean to thrown on. “Miss P…” he said pausing before the question.
I turned, to face him “Remember when you would always wear matching underwear and always had clean shaven legs?”
“Yes darling, it was an act.” I reply flatly, looking down at my black lacy bra and pink and grey striped cotton knickers, and noticing, for the first time, 2 days stubble sprouting on my legs.
He turned to the TV>”Thought so.”
That was before children, after children this…
“Darjeeling can you just take the pile of washing upstairs?” he shouts from the kitchen. I don’t reply, but go to do as I’m told. I stop in front of the washing, startled by what I see – on top there is a black satin bra with huge red flowers and matching knickers edged in lace. Oh they’re mine, I just haven’t seen them together since I opened them on Christmas day, 18 months ago.
“Hey come look at this” I shout.
He appears at the doorway. I point to the discovery.
“I know I was a bit freaked out when I saw them on the washing line. I thought you might be having an affair.”
“I think it’s just because we reached the bottom of the washing basket – coincidence they were in the same wash.”
“Yeah. That was my second thought.” he smiles.
No not having affair, just been doing lots of laundry – how dull?