the riddle of the big knickers

I did a bit of camino shopping whilst I was in he UK. I bought some waterproof fabric to make a rain skirt (now made), and another length to have a go at remaking my ‘super-duper backpack cover/shoulder cape’. A pair of arm warmers. New hiking socks. A charity shop skirt for evening wear. A few gizmos.

Montane Women's Primino 140g Boy Shorts

Montane Women’s Primino 140g Boy Shorts

And two pairs of new merino wool pants (knickers) – large and grey.

Large because that is the size of my bum and, being woollen, they are not very stretchy. So a size large looks huge.

I am very pleased with them, they are very comfy and stay in place.

They won’t look very pretty hanging on the washing line in the albergue – but, hey, I have earned my big knickers. I could even sew a camino patch on them.

As soon as arrived back in Spain I unpacked my case and actually put everything away, either in the washing basket or on the appropriate shelf in the closet (I have to admit that this doesn’t always happen quite so efficiently). But a couple of days later when I looked for said big comfy knickers they were definitely not in their allotted space. I looked in all sorts of other spaces where I knew they wouldn’t be. I looked in the washing basket where I knew they wouldn’t be because I had already done all the washing. I looked in my pile of camino clothes where I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be. And when I couldn’t find them I looked in the same places all over again, and then once more.

Now, merino wool pants are not inexpensive items and I was not prepared to give up on my search without a fight. So I started to look in places where I absolutely knew they definitely would not be, like in David’s underwear drawer. And lo and behold, there was a pair of my hiking pants nestling between his boxers. But only one pair – If I had found two pairs I would have been happier, but just one pair led me to believe the worst.

I marched to the living room where David was innocently attending to some domestic chore. He was quite taken aback when I demanded to know what underpants he was wearing. I don’t know if he thought his luck was in, but he was fairly quick in complying with my insistence that he reveal his underwear – or I should say, my underwear.

When he realised he was wearing my pants he thought it was hysterical – I was slightly less amused and issued an order for them to be removed forthwith.

And no – his luck wasn’t in.

And yes, he will get his comeuppance when it is known around the village that he has been wearing my pants!

About magwood

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22 Responses to the riddle of the big knickers

  1. Katherine Paterson says:

    He’ll have a hard job living that one down, Maggie!

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  2. David Wolfe says:

    I have to say they looked just like my pants (if not a bit bigger) so how was I to know, at least it wasn’t her little frilly white ones. Having had to drop my pants on a harsh demand it should have been my lucky day. Oh well dream on David after all it’s not my birthday.

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  3. Brian says:

    I stifled a guffaw at the pic but my mind actually pre-empted what you went on to write, so thanks for the full-throated laugh that escaped! (And my backpack is ready for the VdlP in Sept/Oct, life reduced to 6Kgs).
    Stay well and happy,
    B

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    • magwood says:

      Six kilos! I’m very impressed – i don’t get anywhere near that with all my toys and such huge pants to lug around. Great to hear from you Brian – very best wishes from a rather cold south of Spain.

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  4. Christine & Malcolm says:

    Oh boy what a lovely way to start the day ! Maggie & David xx

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  5. mary lynch says:

    Maggie you meanie telling us about that! I must say wooley knickers sound horrible. xx

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  6. Janice Tyler says:

    Very funny!

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  7. kitkatknit says:

    I’ve had that problem with my hiking socks for years even though they don’t really fit my husband (also a David, hmmmm). So over the years I’ve replaced them with colors I can’t even stand or on old favorites I’ve embroidered bright pink into the cuffs.

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  8. This is sooo hilarious. David must have found them comfy as well. 😀 😀

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  9. Marilyn van Graan says:

    Hahahaha Maggie you are a scream – you have to write that book – seriously 😀😃

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  10. Heather says:

    To be said with a strong Bristolian accent…………….you do make I laaaaagh!. Love Heather xxx

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    • magwood says:

      That’s gert lush me babber (we really must get together soon – come and visit me next time I’m home, babysitting while Rosie goes on her honeymoon!! First week in July) xx

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  11. I feel for David, now officially a cross dresser with his wife’s undies. Perhaps a manly pair or two for Christmas?

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