As I'm attempting to be organised for our family holiday I started packing last night. I looked high and low for a particular black lacy bra, so I asked hubbie if he'd seen my bra. After more searching I concluded that my bra had disappeared or been nicked.
So I asked hubbie if he'd got into cross-dressing and nicked my bra (as another black strapless bra as disappeared as well) and its not the first time I've lived with a cross-dresser. At this point I was getting ready for bed, I looked down and I was wearing the black lacy bra I'd been searching for. Oops, new level of ditiziness!