I decided to pluck up courage, and walk into the Ann Summers shop to purchase some see-through lingerie for my wife. I was shown several possibilities that ranged from £50 to £150 in price - the more see-through the higher the price.
I eventually opted for the sheerest item, I paid the £150 and took the lingerie home. I presented it to my wife and asked her to go upstairs put it on and model it for me.
This is where old Ronnybabes luck started to change.
While upstairs my wife thinks “I have an idea. This lingerie is so see-through that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on - I'll do the modelling naked, return it to Ann Summers tomorrow, and get a £150 refund and keep the money for myself.”
So she appears naked at the top of the stairs and strikes a pose.
I look her up and down absolutely gobsmacked, and rather foolishly remark “Stone me! - it wasn't that creased in the shop!”
I'm posting this bit of personal news on RT from my hospital bed.
