MIL offered to do a load of washing for us last week, as I have been ill.
FIL brought it back this morning, and at the bottom of all the meticulously ironed clothes was my naughtiest Ann Summers crotchless underwear. [mortified emoticon]
DP reckons she won't have really looked at it properly, but I know for a fact she'll have turned the iron down especially, and whinged to FIL about difficult to iron things.
I'll have to do my own washing now no matter what