I have been to school

Carol I too did the honours psychology degree, starting with the social sciences foundation course. I had to do 8 credits and a second foundation (the arts of course) in order to get registered with the BPS. It was such fun, even though I had to do a whole year of research methods.

Yes, fabulous doing OU Petallus. I loved every moment of it, although I did cry blood when I did research methods!!

Carol - I HATED research! - look -

I like this ! Getting us ready for a lovely spring. My daughter loves research and statistics - it's her way of relaxing!! She did the same OU degree as me, and when she got to the research methods, she romped through, giving me withering looks when I helped (??) her with revision and couldn't keep up!

Please find below one of my little "incidents". Perhaps not embarrasing, so it may no be quite right for this thread, but.......

Admittedly, I was running late, so perhaps didn't give sorting my clothes out for work my full atttention. (Managed to remember to put earrings in before leaving though, otherwise I would have felt naked)

Anyway, arrived at work, felt a bit uncomforable in the downstairs department, but as I had to go straight in to a meeting, I didn't give it too much thought.

During the meeting every time I crossed my legs I experienced a strange & somewhat disconcerting sensation. As it was neither pleasant or enjoyable, I decided to desist from leg crossing & attempted to just sit with my ankles neatly together. From time to time they drifted apart, taking my kness with them, but as I was wearing trousers this did not cause any undue alarm to those present.

Meeting over, I went off down the corridor to my desk, still feeling rather "odd". After carefully checking that no-one was behind me, I indulged in some rather John Cleese/Ministry of Silly Walks movements, sort of stretching first one, then the other leg out sideways, (yes, I know it's a bit visual, but do your best ladies) but to no avail. (Or perhaps think of a rather small & non-japanese sumo wrestler limbering up, if that helps.)

I was worried that something may have gone awry "down below", perhaps ones labia continue to grow at a certain age, a bit like old mens earlobes, but I had a busy day ahead of me so just had to get on with it.

The journey home was no better, luckily I drive an automatic, so much easier when you need a really good wriggle, I find.

Anyway, on reaching home, such was my discomfort that rather than head straight for the fridge for a glass of something restorative, I dashed upstairs to get changed.

That's when I discovered that it is perfectly possible to put ones thong on sideways.

I have been laughing out loud reading your stories. I read this article in the newspaper years ago. So she could have the car for the day a woman accompanied her husband in their car to his work in peak hour traffic. Husband pulled up along side the footpath, jumped out of their car and rushed off to his workplace and not thinking took the car keys. There she was parked in the middle the city in peak hour traffic and she was only wearing her nightie.

My knicker embarassment was, in fact, my hubby's. Going to work he was on the train station, felt the need for a hankie, reached into his pocket and blew his nose on a pair of my knickers he had picked up instead of a hankie!

janan
Snigger.

Phoe-nix .... brilliantly told. But did you manage to last all day without a wee, like mrs thatcher? And I am still trying to imagine quite what you did. I have experienced the strange discomfort you get when you climb into the leg hole instead of the waist hole of a pair of knickers...
The car story reminds me of a non knicker embarrassment last year. Parked in the main street of a busy Devon high street on a Saturday morning. DH needs to feed his diet coke habit. He leaps out of the car taking the keys and as he walks towards the Co-op, locks the car.
Thirty seconds later car alarm goes off. Which leaves me locked in a whooping car. For about 5 minutes. Which felt like 15. At least I was decently dressed as I became the centre of attention...

I was recently locked in a whooping car with little DGS, for about ten minutes whilst DH shopped in supermarket. Some very funny posts here. Like the thong story. My own knicker embarrassment goes back to an O.U. summer school in the 80s. I was there for a week and found I had forgotten to pack any knickers and couldn't get off campus to buy any so just had the one pair with me. I used to wash them out every evening but they weren't always dry the next morning so I was forced to go down to breakfast with none on and to make it worse, a wrap-around skirt. I felt very vulnerable and worried about falling over and my skirt going up, with dire results, the hall being full of several hundred students, at least half of them men. But at the same time, in some strange way it was rather thrilling!

JessM , yes, it was acutally a day without a wee, but I should admit it was a shorter working day than most!

The mention of a wee has unfortunately reminded me of another embarrasing underwear related incident, only last year, on a train.......... oh the shame of it, thank goodness no-one ever knew.................

Come on, don`t keep us in suspenders!

It is really, really embarassing, and I truly haven't told anyone, not even the friend/work colleague I was travelling with.

But if you promise never ever to tell anyone else, I will share the details of the shameful incident with you.

Please go on phoenix....?

Oh phoenix you have got us all waiting with baited breath now !!! how cruel.

phoenix you have started so you have to finish

Phoenix - they are all egging you on but I'm prepared to promise! Right then.............

Phoe-nixPhoe-nix**Phoe-nix

I can't believe it! Twice, TWICE I have typed this, and it seems to have bloody disappeared.

Sod it.

phoenix you dont get out of it that easy

I also solemnly promise not to divulge your secret to a living soul...........

Secrets save here

I've just come back on and still keeping us in the dark phoenix

Safe even

Alright, then seeing as you have promised ............................

We were on the 9.57 to Paddington to go and present to a potential client. I was suited (Next, since you didn't ask, bargain in the sale) and booted and wearing full metal jacket make-up wise, (i.e. wearing foundation and blusher, rather than just eye make-up which is my usual option if I'm in the office all day.) As the jacket of the suit I was wearing was shorter than my preferred syle, I had opted for a rather skimpy thong underneath, in order to avoid the dreaded VPL.

We were travelling first class as it was only an extra £5, and the extra space makes it much easier to work, unlike those cramped seats with silly drop down flaps in standard class, or "steerage" as my colleague calls it. The other advantage is the nice man with the trolley who comes round with complimentary tea, coffee, pastries and bottled water. My daily intake of water is pretty high, but when in the office I limit myself to 1 cup of coffee a day. I had 2 cups of coffee and a bottle of water.

After a while I decided that I really should go for a wee. Upon standing I realised that I should have made that decision earlier, as I was by now quite desperate. I made my way to the facilites, which thankfully were not engaged and were therefore available for immediate occupation. I entered, locked the door undid my trousers and assumed the position. Embarking with some relief on a much needed emptying of my bladder, I noticed that although my trousers were around my knees, they had not been accompanied by my underwear, which was still in its designated area.

I felt that I had 2 options, namely:

1) Attempt some very difficult and possiby limb threatening contortions to get the relevant parts under the hand drier.
2) Remove the garment and put it in the bin and spend the rest of the day "commando"

Dear Reader, I chose option 2, and can testify to the non-chafing properties of Next trousers.