HILARIOUS BRA STORY

BACKGROUND

I'm currently doing an amateur panto and the rehearsals are in a rather awkward place for me to get to (actually, it's not that awkward, it's just that I'm crap at using public transport). Also, I have to get back on my own late at night so my fabulous boyfriend insured me on his car. Unfortunately the car can only be parked outside of his house due to parking permits so when I do use the car I then end up having to either stay at his house, or walk home in the dark on my own. That boy is no fool!!!

You also need to know that there are two girls that live in the flat above boyfriends, and they share a front door.

THE STORY

It was rehearsal night so I went to boyfriends’ house straight from work to pick up the car keys. Knowing that I was going to be staying over at boyfriends’ house I had packed my overnight bag (rucksack for the less glamorous amongst you!). I got to the door step and started rummaging in the bag for the keys. I couldn’t find them so put the bag on the floor to rummage further. I then spotted a bra on the doorstep, laid out completely flat! I thought “How odd”, found my keys, stepped over the bra and went into boyfriends flat.

“Hello boyfriend” I said, “There is a bra on your front doorstep”. “Ah, that’ll be the fox” said boyfriend. It transpires that, despite being highly sophisticated city animals, the foxes in Clapham don’t wear bras. Rather, the fox drags things out of the bin to eat. The theory was that the fox had dragged the bra out of the bin in an attempt to get to some food.

So I grabbed the car keys, stepped over the bra and went on my way to rehearsals. I came back from rehearsals at about 10:30pm and the bra was still there. At this point I thought “Should I hang this bra on the inside door of the girls upstairs?” but decided against it because if the fox had dragged it out of the bin then they clearly don’t want it. I figured that they’d find it in the morning.

I went to bed, went to sleep, got up the next morning and got ready for work. Opened the front door to leave for work and the bra is still there. As it’s now daylight I decide that the bra can’t stay on the front doorstep of my boyfriends’ house. What would the neighbours think! So I bent down to pick up the bra and only then did I realise that it was my bra! It had fallen out of my bag when I was rummaging for the keys.

I took it back into the house and boyfriend washed it for me later that week. You’ll be please to know that the bra is fine and has made a complete recovery from being left on the doorstep all night!