bra

There's a bra on the table when I get back from Mr B's carrying a bagful of CDs. I think to myself, that's odd, did I put that there? Then I put it in the laundry basket and think no more of it. It's only the next day that I find out how the bra crawled out of the bedroom, dragged itself across the hall floorboards and scaled the heights of the kitchen table. A most adventurous bra.