Harold had been looking forward to the Guild of Washerwomen Annual Picnic. As a newly elected member or of the council, it was his first invitation to the coveted event and he had taken pains to bring a good selection of food to share along with a large blanket and his dressing gown.
He had quite a shock when he arrived at the picnic site, but not as big a shock as the ladies, all in their Sunday best.
"Oh," said Harold, the blush starting from his cheeks and spreading all the way to his toes. "When you said it was 'all natural' I thought you were just putting on a bad French accent."