Bet I got you wondering over the title of this blog?
Last week, I was in a mad panic leaving home for a swim and I hurriedly threw the two parts of my bathing suit into my bag and rushed out of the house.
In the changing shed at the beach, I rummaged amongst my things. Yes, here was my swimming top. And here were my shorts -
"What?" My friend, J, probably thought i was having a heart attack.
"I've forgotten my shorts." In my hand was a black swimming t-shirt. In my hurry to leave the house I had mistaken the shirt for my shorts. I usually keep a spare swimming bag in the car but this day i had been to the garage for a WOF and had cleared everything out of the boot.
What to do?
Easy-peasy decision. The sitcom queen can certainly think on her feet. I stepped into the t-shirt, putting my legs through the armholes and tidily tucking in the surplus. Luckily my proper swimming top came down to my hips covering most of the upside down t-shirt.
I sashayed out to the deck, the queen of my domain. Confidence was the key. It wasn't till we got to the steps that took us down to the water that i started to giggle, then i roared with laughter, bending over and clutching the hand-rail in hysterics. I was laughing so hard, the others on the deck probably figured i was having some sort of fit.
I had a great swim.
Above: the t-shirt I wore in place of my swim shorts