Disaster narrowly averted

Quite forgot to report this little episode. Go Hot and Cold when think of it. Was last Saturday night, when groomed to the last whisker, the epitome of rural sophistication, I set off for the pub. Was in act of opening front door and gingerly finding footing with killer heels, when Two burst out laughing. Assumed was something on telly and ignored him, until between guffaws he informed me I had a Very Large Indeed Roller stuck to my bum. They are of course the sort that adhere to hair of own accord. Was mortified. Had he not noticed, would have stalked into pub imperiously, and been Complete Laughing Stock. Still shudder when think of it. Must have sat on Very Large Indeed Roller on bed. Not often I am grateful to Two, (not often he notices what I am wearing actually), but is to his credit he told me. Like to think would reciprocate in similar circumstances, but think might be very tempted to Keep Quiet. Not that Two is likely to sit on Very Large Indeed Rollers. Am now paranoid and have taken to counting Very Large Indeed Rollers in and out. As narrow squeaks go, this was up there.