This as gotta have happened to somebody else, I am in the deepest corner of the closet. The only person I ever outed to was my partner, and she threw me out (ouch), so maybe you can apreciate why I keep my erm dressing habits to myself. However I decided that as I was now, and very likely to always be on my own, I would indulge in some new underwear, ie. panties, got to admit got a bit carried away and ordered 5 pair, from a CD friendly supplier I had used a couple of times before.
This was to be my Christmas present to myself, the goods were dispatched to me on 21st of December, entrusted to the Royal Mail, recorded delivery signed for service. Well this world renowned organization has lived up to its well deserved reputation once again, and delivered them, on 31st December(well it was 1st class), to what is probably a CD hateing psychopath in Godknowswhereville, but at least they did get him to sign for the goods, so I will at least know the name of the of the moron tearing me to pieces.
Should I move?