{"id":4311,"date":"2020-02-18T15:19:50","date_gmt":"2020-02-18T02:19:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/clairedelaney.com\/?p=4311"},"modified":"2020-02-20T18:22:51","modified_gmt":"2020-02-20T05:22:51","slug":"those-big-girl-knickers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clairedelaney.com\/2020\/02\/18\/those-big-girl-knickers\/","title":{"rendered":"Those big girl knickers"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
Then out of no where this black thing hit the camper van. Glenn says he saw it flying off the back of the van . In my mind it hit us straight on. Right in front of Glenns face. I actually thought it was a big bird that splattered across the window.
\u201c What the F…!!!! WAS THAT?\u201d He yelled swerving and nearly coming off the road. I stuttered, \u201cnothing…um ..not …sure…\u201d He repeated \u201cWTF!!!!\u201d Several times until I whispered in my best Bridget Jones english voice. \u201c My knickers.\u201d
\u201cWhat do you mean your knickers!!!!\u201d He shouted at me in disbelief looking at me as if I didn\u2019t have any on…
\u201cMy knickers\u201d I mumbled with the mortified knowledge that he wasn\u2019t go to let this go.
\u201cWhy are your knickers flying through the air\u201d he laughed enjoying my discomfort and red cheeks.<\/p>
I\u2019d washed them and not wanting to draw attention to my rather large ugly big girl knickers had discreetly chosen to dry them on the side mirror, thinking I\u2019d remember that they were there…. Its a year today that my knickers flew away. Its a story that has become somewhat of a legend in our family. Usually Millie will tell anyone we meet that \u201c Claire lost her knickers in the South Island!\u201d Glenn with an evil grin will ask her to tell the story ….. I roll my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":4315,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
Hum nothing discreet about flying knickers!! Or the fact this has become the most told story about me.
Hoping we could leave my sad knickers and hurry up and get a coffee I sighed deeply.
Glenn stoped the van, abruptly screeching to a halt. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I asked.
\u201cNothing.. but you are going over there to pick up your knickers!!\u201d He laughed reversing the van and the trailer back to the spot where the knickers landed.
\u201cNo !!!! Just leave them!\u201d I protested, imagining getting run over picking them up.
\u201cNo way! You are not littering the South Island with your knickers!!!\u201d
So off I went and picked them up. By then Glenn was enjoying himself immensely and unknown to me was photographing me picking them up.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t