Well, mine were a source of lots of smug joy, served first when abreasting the bar – perfect C’s in a sea of B’s and droopy D’s.

They disappointed me and don’t seem to be shrinking back, now they are D’s firmly D’s, no compromising, bloody annoying.

Men don’t look at my face when they talk to me anymore – it’s good, they don’t see me checking out their crotch. LOL!