
I have spent the entire day in extreme discomfort, due to the stupid, vindictive person who 'invented' this superstition, and the fact that Kat's sleep patterns force me to get dressed in murky darkness every morning for fear of waking him from his slumbers

Somehow, in the murky twilight of the bedroom I managed to put my knickers on back to front this morning

No problems, if said knickers were my 'comfy Bridget Jones' ones, but no; today I chose my bestest white lacey thong as I wanted to boost my self confidence and feel good cos I was giving a 45 minute presentation to a 50 strong conference :shock:
Jumped in the car, arrived with a few minutes to spare, nipped to the loo first and that was when I noticed :shock: :shock: :shock:
Now if any one has ever worn a thong back to front I am sure that they can appreciate my extreme discomfort being on stage for 45 minutes with 50 people focussing directly on me, trying to be sooooooo professional and calm whilst all I can think about is the bloomin thong splitting me bloomin difference


I held tight onto my marker pen, I swapped it from hand to hand, I gesticulated and indicated profusely at various points during the presentation, willing my hands to resist making the necessary crucial adjustments needed. :oops: :roll:
I walked up and down and wiggled a bit, wriggled and tried shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I clenched and unclenched, but the bloomin lacey stuff would not budge, it just got tighter and tighter around me bits :shock: I looked for a chair, I could feel beads of perspiration beginning to break out on my temples, no chair - panic!
I now confess, that in sheer desperation, I purposely dropped my marker pen and ever so slooooooowly bent down to retrieve it, allowing the necessary adjustments to take place naturally :twisted:
I finished the presentation and made to head for the loo when some smartarse decided to ask a question :doh: Needless to say I passed the lovely, lovely person's question to my colleague to answer and


Relaying this tale to Kat made me wonder just how many others are a slave to stupid, stupid superstitions?
Kit, hoping she is not alone and who is now going commando when presenting at conferences