I had been on a night out and the following morning decided to wear the same trousers and a clean top for work.

At lunchtime, I drove into our small town, parked my car and set off to walk to my bank on the main through road. The road was very busy with traffic, being lunchtime.

As I was walking on the pavement, I could feel something flapping around my ankle. I looked down and realised that I had put on some clean tights (it was winter and bitter cold) and left the tights in with my trousers from the night before.

Stupidly, I decided to remove the offending last night’s tights. I bent down and began to pull and as I pulled they got longer and longer. I could feel them gradually working their way out; I looked like a magician pulling never-ending scarves out of a hat. All of the cars were slowing down or stopping to watch.

I couldn’t stop until I had got the tights out. Obviously, I couldn’t now walk with them hanging out. It took probably 3 minutes but felt like a lifetime. I then stuffed them in my handbag and carried on to the bank as if nothing had happened.