Right I seem to have crappy luck in the way of embarrassing events but I think this tops it all. In my bedroom changing out of doggy clothes and into some normal ones, I hear playful growling, look in the garden Bess and Nelly have got my mums favourite cardy off the line and playing tug of war with it! So I scramble down the stairs run outside and take it off of them and hang it back up, on to hear "wahey afternoon Chloe" Look across and the other side of the fence is my neighbour and about 3 other middle aged men standing on the tractor gawping over (We live next to a farm) Look down and realise I was still in my underwear. I'm never leaving my house again. Too many people have seen me in underwear now. I HATE MY LIFE!