Ahh, the secret pant unbuttoners. We're a dangerous sort. Unsuspecting passers by completely unaware we are in glorious, unbuttoned heaven.
I was on a conference a few months ago and was wearing Bridget Jones style knickers in bid to appear slim line and svelte and instead, by the end of lunch, was in so much horrific pain from all my fat bits being smushed into tiny pants that I went to the loo and took them off. So I was knickerless all day, at a Looked After Child Conference. Reason number 4 to be LESS FAT, HANA.
Have a good day, lovely!