How I blushed

Thank you so much for all your advice when my DGD was driving me to distraction when her parents were away and we were looking after her. I also have a far more serious problem that I need all your help with but while I am trying to get it sorted in my head I thought this may amuse you all. DH and I are well into our 60s and are far from the fine physical specimens we were when we met. DH has no weight problems but is beginning to look scrawny. I am at least 3 stone overweight and am covered with lumps, bumps, stretch marks and cellulite. But despite that , we still enjoy a loving , physical side to our relationship. Well, as much as aching backs, dodgy hips and creaking knees will allow. DH loves to still buy me sexy night wear and although I am more a wincyette nightie sort of person, I am so flattered that he still likes to do this I am more than happy to oblige. Especially a red satin an lace thing that I think is called a teddy. And as it is only us two at home, no one else need know. Last week a red wash had just finished in the washing machine when one of my DDs came round. Unbidden and unasked she decided to help by putting up the washing. Oh, her face when she pulled out this bit of satin and lace!! Not a word was said, but I think our faces must have been as red as the teddy!!!!!