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Bra Gate…

5 Nov

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!

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