As Pringlegate rumbles on in this apartment, so I take on the words of the Bard about ‘ protesting too much ‘ .
So apparently they are not the property of you know who.. they aren’t mine though.
Neither are they my eldest’ s 15 year old boyfriend’s – way too big.
They’re not my STBE wife’s … she doesn’t wear men’s underwear ( or does she ? )
Theyre not Lily’s.
They’re not Amber’s.
Apparantly I might have picked them up on my recent travels? One Saturday night in Southampton then, and I come back with an extra pair of pants. As I can’t actually reach the floor myself to collect pants, it must have been someone else that snuck them into my case.
I’m definitely going to have to investigate further, I can see. The blindingly obvious answer is evidently completely wrong…..and I’m ever so sorry for having jumped to that conclusion.