P is for Pants

Okay, so I’m going to talk about pants. British pants. Not American pants which are, in fact, trousers.

Got it?

Just to clarify, British pants are knickers or G-strings, boxers, hipsters, Y-fronts, cami-knickers and so on.

American pants are the outer garments we call trousers in the UK. I’m clarifying this just in case Mr Trump ever reads my blog as I heard the last time he’d drunk a little too much at dinner and the waiter asked if he wanted a bombe for dessert, he hit on Syria.

So, I’m starting a new job soon so, as most women know, that kind of situation calls for a little investment whether its makeup, perfume, shoes or some other goodie.

I’ve decided on pants.

Because after diamonds, pants are a girls’s best friend. You can always rely on a good pair of pants to keep you safe from unexpected breezes, wandering hands and damp toilet seats your male colleagues have misfired on.

Big, large, black cotton pants. High waisted. Thick elastic. My favourites. Maybe a little lace on the edges for a touch of feminity.

Now if I get a super deal on my new pants, I might be able to put the money I’ve saved towards an extra gift to myself.

I’m thinking trousers. Not pants. Big black ones. High waisted. Thick elastic. Maybe a belt for extra security.

Yeah, that should do. Roll on May the 1st when I can face the world wearing my new pants.

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Wendy says:

20 April 2018 at 5:22 PM

Nearly there….

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Ann Bennett says:

22 April 2018 at 9:08 PM

Black pants, white trousers, tepid talk in the break room which stops when you enter. To create an air of mystery or the air of mystery, my dear.

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