  But it didn't seem to help much, so I checked to make sure my suspender belt was working properly. After all, we wouldn't want the ambassador to be spoilt already. One last attempt at a picture without my stockings being visible was clearly im ordnung (sorry, for some reason known only to me and Sigmund Freud, that famous transvestite psychologist, I drifted into the Germanic roots of the English language there, meant to say 'in order').
Ah! Finally! Here's a picture of me. A different position was obviously the cure. Sit down and the shortness of my skirt was much less obvious.
Ooops… I need to be more careful in the future obviously. My stocking tops are pretty much invisible but um, err, um, well work it out for yourselves.
Clearly there are many more sensible approaches in a situation like this. Firstly, I could have worn a longer skirt. Or I could have replaced my stockings for tights. Or I could have gone the whole hog and just worn trousers. But that would have been no fun would it…? |