Now, ‘fess up ladies. Lurking in your underwear draw or hanging in your closet somewhere is that naughty little lingerie number that gets pulled out on the odd occasion when you are in the mood for getting your fella a little bit hot under the collar.

You know the one I mean. The one that you tend to hide on the washing line behind the sheets and towels because your not too keen on the neighbours knowing that when you aren’t traipsing around with your maxi dress stuffed into one side of your undies with children in tow, your still a bit of a hot fox in the boudoir.

Now, imagine this for me if you will.

Hubby in all his infinite laundry wisdom decided to hang out the washing last night to save me the job today. Bless him, he is good like that. Unfortunately Melbourne graced us with an enormous downpour over night, and so when I checked on it at lunchtime it was still on the damp-bordering-on-slightly-sopping-wet side, so I left it.

Throughout the day the blustery wind picked up and I was confident that after the school run it would all be ready to be brought back in.

Stepping outside the back door later I noticed a large object strewn across the grass at the end of the lawn. ARGHHH! It was my freshly washed doona cover. As I marched across the lawn I crossed my fingers that it had missed any landmines that may have been left by the dogs that morning.

But it seems that the doona cover was the least of my worries.

Over the back fence flapping around, entwined in the utmost branches of my neighbours tree was is my best underwear! And let there be no mistake about it. It is not of the pretty,feminine variety either. This baby is a very unsubtle shade of get-your-rocks-off red…and it is still stuck fast, 10ft in the air, announcing my recent bedroom antics to my neighbourhood!

So…hit me with your best advice. Would you leave it there and feign ignorance or risk life and limb (both mine and the trees) and scale the tree at midnight?