I felt the need to go out and have a little jog tonight after having just "one of those days" and despite the light, misty rain, rather enjoyed huffing and puffing my way up towards the Darren, above Crickhowell.
Anyway, I have to carry an Epi-pen as suffered a severe anaphylaxis years ago following a wasp sting.
Before leaving the house, I had failed to find my bum-bag and instead wedged the Epi-pen down between the waist-line of my lycra leggings. (Lycra never a good look at the best of times....and certainly was not today).
After about 30 mins of damp exertion, and consistent re-arranging of the said Epi-pen, I then took the bold measure of using my knicker elastic to try and create more tension which turned out to be a very pleasing result, as I could then run back towards Crickhowell, without having to keep one hand on my hip to stop the Epi-pen from slipping down my legs.
As I approached the last field, my trainers squeaking with squelchy wet grass, I suddenly felt a cold, solid yet soft sensation gradually slipping down my right leg and let out and involuntary shriek as I thought it felt like someone hidden in the hedge had suddenly felt the need to reach out and grab my leg. (A lot of people do enjoy hanging around in hedges for this very purpose).
After gingerly tapping my leg and feeling brave enough to extract the foreign object trapped above my knee....I discovered the source of my initial panic.
A very soft and soggy pantyliner.
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