Thank you for informing me that none of your 4 lingerie changing room attendants who were stood chewing the cud can measure me up for a bra on the spot, I will indeed go home check my diary and then proceed to book the required 30 minute slot.... , Now I realise I'm knocking on a bit & these puppies no longer have the elasticity and bounce they once had and rather do tend to hang like Snoopys nose looking down at Woodstock, but really 30 minutes - what's the plan? Hoist them up with a crane from where they are tucked firmly into my granny pants nestling in the warmth like a pair of sleeping piglets? All it needs is a tape measure...ah right silly me I need to try different bras on- Bras, those lacy racy things, balcony, uplifter, shelf, t- shirt- I just want a bra that stops them looking like I've a couple of naughty toddlers fighting under my t- shirt or one that doesn't make me look like a milk laden sow ( that attractive 4 boob cup overspill look) or one where when I take my bra off at the end of the day and have that " Ahhhhhh bliss boob under scratch" moment ruined by the sound of small objects & crumbs that got lost earlier in the day falling out of my cleavage
That's all I want
Signed
Mrs woman wearing the dingy grey sports bra
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