The wind whipped my bikini bottoms off our third floor balcony and tossed them onto the street below. Mortified, I belted down the stairs while the other three stood at the window, laughing like hyenas. When I fell out onto the street it was deserted, save for a middle aged man with a baby in a buggy, standing right where I'd seen them land. And there was no sign at all of my knickers. Thinking they might have blown further along the street, I walked a little way in both directions, trying to look nonchalant. It was only when I turned to ask him if he'd seen them that the penny dropped.
May he wear them with pride.
