Women!

I don’t think I’ll ever understand how women's minds work. Getting dressed yesterday morning I put on clean underpants. I was, after all, going to a memorial service and wanted to look my best. Furthermore they were my favourite red and white striped boxer shorts – a gift from none other than the wife.

“I don’t want to make you angry,” she ventured from across the bedroom, “But wouldn’t it be more sensible to wear darker underpants?”

I looked at her in bewilderment.

“You’re wearing your suit, you see, and you haven’t worn it for months. It will be full of moth holes. People will see your pants through the holes….”