Perhaps the momentary lapse of leg-life was caused by mischievous ancestors. Perhaps it was the skirt. If ever I were to go back, I'd probably wear shorts.
You know that scene in Pride & Prejudice where Elizabeth Bennet visits Mr. Darcy's house, finds his man drawer and is like "Oh my, he even has 9-Volts.... Please, Darcy, take me now." This experience....was nothing like that.