On a recent shopping trip to our local ‘supermarket’, (note there’s no plural there), I noticed the “womens’ clothing” section had a sale on. I rummaged through a few rails of multi-coloured crap I wouldn’t clean my floor with, and found some reasonable looking and priced undies. I was aware my stock was needing replenished so I started looking for the size I have apparently become.

As is the norm in these situations, they had the size below and the size above what I would have chosen but not the actual size I would have picked. I stood for some time, looking at each pack and trying to decide which one I should go for, as by now I’ve decided they are essential and I’m not leaving without them. In the end I decided to go for the smaller size, put them in our trolley and continued with the shopping.

About halfway round the shop I said to Dearest Son that I was going to go back and get the bigger size – a big debate was still going on in my head as I am all too aware some shops sizes are bigger or smaller than others.

Dearest Son gave me an answer which I feel is beyond his 13 years. To summarise, he told me to stay with the smaller size. It went something like this:

“The bigger size will only encourage you to put weight on so you can fit into them but the smaller ones, if they’re a little tight, will encourage you to lose a little weight so they are more comfy”.

I bought the smaller size.

And you know what? They fit……pretty well!