He turned up at my place monday morning with those knickers hanging from the back of his top box
How weird was that
I left the site and wanted to turn left but an unknown force made me turn right...on and on and on through unknown roads..even a following policeman didn't stop me ( and I'm sure he was laughing

..then again he was a Welsh bobby, so probably not !

).
On and on and no matter how I tried to deviate to a homeward track, that unknown force guided me up a mountainside ( where even a diving sparrowhawk tried to attack something - smelt the old meat - at the rear of my bike !!!).
Finally, exhausted and confused and travelling down a sinister mountainside back road...the engine cut out and I glided to a halt outside a lovely bungalow. What was in store for me? I then saw the ladies undergarment still attached ( and I swear, still moving !!!) hanging onto my topbox...but all was answered when the front door was opened....yes, those knickers had returned to haunt him...Timolgra opened the door. Relief !!!!
The knickers were coming to life again...they wanted more....but before they could fuse with his groin, Jill, Tims gatekeeper snaffled them up and in o.02 seconds they were in the wheelie bin. A big sigh all round was ushered.
I left a short time later ( with the family silver

)...and the wheelie bin was still thrashing around !!!
I doff my cap to you Timolgra !!!