My mother said some years ago that my stepfather always helps to choose her underwear. I remember feeling quite nauseous at the idea. Ex used to buy me underwear sometimes, it was always ghastly. I asked him for a nightdress once, and he chose something the golden girls would have been happy in. I had just had a baby - that was when I realised that I had somehow migrated from uber-sexy underwear to old-lady nightdresses simply by having a baby.
Fancy a trip down memory lane?







