It was my mother’s birthday. It was a cold, bleak winter’s day. I had put on a nice warm woolen skirt that my friend had given me which belonged to her mother. It was a bit big on the waist but was okay. I wore it to work. After school I rushed to buy some flowers to take to the cemetery before it closed.
When I arrived I was the only person there, and I quickly arranged the flowers on my parents’ grave. I stood back to admire the flowers and my thoughts turned toward my precious mother. It was starting to get dark, I felt sad as I walked back to my car. I remembered happier times on my mother’s birthday.
Suddenly I felt very cold, I thought to myself the temperature had plummeted. Then I looked down and saw that actually it was my skirt that had fallen down and I was standing in the cemetery in just my stockings with my skirt on the ground.
I started to laugh and laugh and laugh. Then I suddenly realised if anyone saw me in my stockings laughing so loud in the cemetery they would think I was having an ‘episode’ so I quickly put my skirt on and walked slowly to my car.
Then I noticed the security cameras. I raised my handbag to my face to save myself some embarrassment and walked faster to the car. I smiled to myself as I drove home as I remembered what my mother had said to me when I was young ….”Always wear a petticoat.”