I mentioned this a while ago on Twitter and Facebook, and maybe Google+.
The weather was balmy as we had a late blast of summer warmth in September. I'd just come home from a long day in London and needed to change quickly to be able to collect Ethan from Beavers.
I probably didn't need to change but I'd just been on a hot and sweaty tube and train so it seemed appropriate. I chucked on an easy quick cover up; a summer dress that covers a multitude of sins. It's long and fairly shapeless and probably isn't at all flattering.
Dress on I hopped in the car to drive to the church. On Wednesdays Ethan goes straight from Beavers held in a church hall, to choir practice in a completely different church.
I arrived early and while I was waiting I chatted with some of the other parents who were waiting for their children. When Ethan emerged I whizzed him off to a different church for choir practice and then I drove home for the hour before Ethan would need collecting again.
I was early to pick Ethan up and waited for a few minutes talking to the priest and other parents until Ethan had finished tidying up and was ready for home and bed.
It was when I got home that Dave said "What's that on the back of your dress?" We both investigated and the thing that was on the back of my dress was actually something that wasn't there. The dress was sporting a large hole. The hole was situated a hip height at the back of the dress. There wasn't much under the dress. There was something, but not much. I think we all know what I'm saying.
I'd been to two churches, one of them twice, wearing a dress with a large hole that exposed my backside. A tad embarrassing, with hindsight.