The Great Italian Sewing Bee

So, finding myself a little short of underwear towards the end of our holiday, I decided to wash a couple of pairs of socks and some pants. In time honoured holiday tradition I washed them while I was in the shower then hung them out to dry on the balcony over the back of a chair last night. This morning James told me that he had brought in my socks, which had been blown off the chair by a breeze during the night. I immediately enquired about my pants to which James chillingly informed me that "There were no pants on the balcony!"

I was horrified. Clearly both pairs of my pants had blown away during the night. But where to? Our hotel room is right in the centre of the bedrooms on the first floor above the dining room - it's a fantastic room with beautiful views - so the pants must have ended up somewhere in the gardens below. Needless to say James found all of this very amusing, and even claimed that he had seen one of the gardeners wearing "some natty headgear!"

He went on to suggest that perhaps my pants would appear on a television programme entitled "The Great Italian Sewing Bee" * where they would be used in the "alteration challenge" when contestants would be challenged to use them to make a lightweight gents' suit and a child's outfit. This was James rudely implying that my pants are a lot larger than they are!

After nervously glancing out of the dining room window during breakfast in case the pants were festooning a shrub or tree outside, I scouted around the flower beds under our window to no avail. The mystery remains unsolved.

* James' reference is only meaningful to fans of "The Great British Sewing Bee!"