You are very nice peoples...very nice indeed...cheered me up no end to read your comments on the blog yesterday so thank you all.
The postie brought a letter from the hospital today for the bone scan...one of the therapists suggested I had one because I seem to be shrinking fairly rapidly...or at least she thinks I might be...was once five foot four and now I'm five foot if I stand up really straight...can't possibly have lost four inches so I suspect the last person who measured my height...and that was way back when I was pregnant...I think she didn't read the ruler thingy properly.
Anyway the letter said I must not wear a corset or a girdle or an under-wired bra...
And that reminded me of the days when everyone wore under-wired bras and what were known as 'roll-ons'...sort of elasticised under garments which left funny marks all over your tummy by the end of the end. Horribly uncomfortable...but they came with attached suspenders for your stockings...no tights then.
When they'd been washed and worn for a while they lost their elasticity and went a sad shade of grey...
Then there were the under-wired bras...stiff and unyielding t and if you were one of the unfortunates who got a bit hot and sweaty then they were murder to wear...the wires cut in and left a vivid scarlet band around your chest...but they were padded and wasn't that a boon to the less well-endowed...until a lad began fumbling for the fastener and you had to make a hasty exit in case he found out your bosoms were half the size he thought they were...
And then there were the knickers...now they were quite sensible actually...covered up your bits and none of this fashion for a bit of string giving you a nasty wedgie...our knickers were full size and made of nylon and they had dainty bits of lace trimmings...they came in shades of peach and pale pink and had reinforced gussets and were the most unattractive undergarments known to mankind...
Impossible to remove gracefully 'cos one leg was bound to get stuck and you'd be sort of hopping about struggling to get the other foot through and falling about clutching onto whatever or whoever happened to be closest...
We didn't flaunt you know...we would never have undressed in front of anyone at all...it was all done under your candlewick dressing-gown or a very large bath towel...none of this stripping off in full view of all and sundry. Bras were put on in the morning, with your back turned to your room-mate and you'd put your nightie on first in the evening and then wrestle with the bra fastenings...knickers hoisted up under the cover of some voluminous garment.
Even fastening your stockings to the suspenders on your roll-one was done discreetly...skirt pulled well down first and then a sort of fumble about to find the suspender and the top of the stocking...the front wasn't too bad, but the back suspender could cause problems.
When I go for this bone scan I'll not be wearing a bra 'cos I've nothing much to put in one...and I've not worn a girdle for donkeys years, never mind a corset...I shall be free and unfettered...but I'll wear knickers.