I was reminded yesterday of the time when my boss, Gwen, lost her knickers.
This would have been in 1965 or 1966 when I worked as a Civil Servant in the U.K Ministry of Defence "Inspectorate of Armaments" in an office on Woodland Rd, Clifton, Bristol. We were housed in one of those marvelous old Victorian Houses.
I was a "Clerical Assistant", (office dogsbody) - the lowest rung on the Civil Service hierarchy ladder - a ladder which I did not plan to climb.
My boss Gwen was a cheerful and kind woman who took the country 'bus into Bristol from her home in the country village of Bitton.
I too took a city 'bus. Gwen and I would then face a short walk up a fairly steep hill (Elton Rd) to get to the office. As fitted my station I had to be the first to arrive.
One morning Gwen arrived, already chuckling. She said "Michael, I am an old lady and you are a young man so I shouldn't tell you this. But I lost my knickers when I was walking on Elton Rd".
She related that the waist band elastic had given way and that she had to muster as much dignity as she could as she stepped out of one knicker leg and then the other.
What amused her greatly is that her noble performance had been watched by a young school boy from the nearby Bristol Grammar School. She recalled that she saw him "wide eyed with wonder and bemusement".