Yesterday I did serious injury to my wrist again. It entailed trying to clip my bra together. I have been bra-less for weeks. I am not well endowed so my chest now looks like any little old ladies’.
But I thought I’d have another bash at putting one one.
I have tried all the techniques of clipping in the front and then swiveling the contraption round. But the swiveling bit, hurts my wrist.
Clipping at the back is a killer. Yesterday, I thought some rude words to myself. And then, in anger, I said “I’m bloody well going to succeed.” And I forced it. I could hear the bones in my wrist crunching.
I did not succeed.
So I go my flat-chested way today because comfort is more important than cleavage don’t you think?