I realise that I probably should not air such intimacies in the public domain but I am fascinated by my latest purchase of underpant.
On the label it says that they come with Climate Control.

Climate control, according to most experts I can find (on Google), seems to be an advanced form of air conditioning where by you preset a temperature and the air conditioning fans click in and out automatically.
The good news is that so far, probably because of the low winter temperatures here, my unders have remained obdurately off.
What makes me nervous is that they will probably come into their own when I next go south to France.
This may well make parts of me extremely comfortable but I am a little anxious how to explain away the whirring sounds from the lower regions, particularly in a foreign tongue.
I think perhaps I should have a ready prepared sentence;
Excusez-moi, c’est le climatiseur dans mon slip
would probably do the trick.