“I don’t mind.” I replied. After today’s shopping trip, I really don’t care. She stopped off at the butchers and greengrocers, and when we did finally arrive back, Aunt Katinka suggested I go and put my new things away. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite so disheartened as I placed the six bras alongside the numerous pairs of knickers in my underwear drawer. Aunt Katinka appeared and said she wanted to make sure I’d folded them properly. I hadn’t so she showed me how a bra should be folded.
“Why do I have to wear a bra Auntie?” I asked. “It’s bad enough having to wear knickers again.”