to wonder who the pink pants on my sofa belong to? They are not mine.

[YunoWhatYouDidLastSummer]

They either belong to the babysitter or my husband.

I wouldn't have thought of them being his, except they appeared near a pile of things he is taking on a work trip tomorrow.

I hope they are not my babysitter's because that would mean she has been removing her knickers, rather than sitting pleasantly in my house looking after my children.

believable purely because I can't imagine throwing my best 'shag me' pants in the bin - unless the reciprient for such pants stood me up in which case she should (the BS) be let of the hook anyway

well that can only conclude no wrong doings on any part