The name’s Bond…James Bond.

It’s was a gorgeous day yesterday here in the Uk, last night it stayed above 17 degrees all night. I’ve been off all this week having a bit of “me time”, so when our neighbours suggested that we might all wander down the local pub for a cider, Phil & I jumped at the chance.
We got back about 8:30 pm and their kids were watching the Daniel Craig version of Casino Royal, so we adults settled down to watch it too (I still think it was the best Bond film yet!). It got to the scene where Bond & Vesper Lynd are in the hotel in bed and she is about to betray him, she gets out of bed and pulls on a red dress. Our neighbour’s wife said: “look at that, she’s not wearing any knickers, what a tart!”
Hmmm….I saw Phil look at me & I knew exactly what he was thinking!!
Now why would the fact that a girl has not got any underwear on beneath her dress make her a Tart? The reason I ask that is because I have been known to go commando on occasions! (see: https://naturegirl1.wordpress.com/2010/10/06/and-another-thing-about-men/).
I realise that if a girl does that sort of thing she really should wear a suitably long dress or skirt and you obviously have to be careful about how you sit/get out of a car and things like that, but is it such a sin to want your bits to be free to breath?
I’m not advocating we should all try becoming Paris Hilton or Britney Spears, those girls did it for effect, but hey, it is quite nice to be out and about dressed appropriately knowing you don’t have underwear on.

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