It’s official………I have an “ism” and it’s called exhibitionism. Twice, not once, but twice this weekend, I have almost shown more than my emotions to complete strangers at a public event.
The first was at the Napier Freshers Festival. Went to loo, came back into hall waving at some newly made friends on other stalls, saw the lovely guy from the Morningside Christian Youth group and went over to say hello.
As I stood there I was approached by a young American woman from a neighbouring faith group( I was in the faith area of the hall you understand…there were also fire eating groups to even things out) who said “don’t move….but do you know that you have the front of your skirt tucked into your pants”. I slowly made myself look down…and yup…there it was, my rara skirt(shuttup..they never left fashion)…tucked into my slightly worn, (couldn’t find any better) looking knickers.
This would not have been so catastrophic were it not for the fact that I had a big hole in my tights and worse still, that I had paraded by two catholic friars, a priest, a minister and the local medical practice on the way in there.
In a nutshell I was fair ashamed and have gone right off my ra ra.
My second dalliance with northern exposure was in the port –a-loo at the Blairgowrie Highland Games. Having forgotten to lock the door, the door was yanked open to reveal the visiting crowd and a very confused wee local barking “did you no loak the door hen!” Thankfully I was mid handwash and my modesty and his eyesight were spared.
This morning going to work I checked and double checked that all of my extremities were covered… Best put a long cardigan on……… just in case.
