Lost and Found

Imagine the scene.

Guests are staying with us, it's late, wine has been consumed and it's time for bed. The spare bedding is brought out, neatly folded from its cupboard home. Said bedding is shaken out and from its folds a pair of pants fly out into the face of one visitor.

Cue screams (the sort of scream you'd emit if pants unknown hit you in the face). Accusations are thrown (the pants were also thrown).
But the host remains resolute that they do not belong to her. A brief (ha) investigation follows, they are clean (collective exhale), and the size noted.

The size is conclusive, it fits neither member of the household.

So, if you've visited us in the past and want your size 14, slightly off white M&S pants back, they're clean and they're hanging on our banister.

PS I was going to blip the real thing, but assumed I'd be banished for life, consider yourself lucky