Thursday, 9 February 2012
Now I know you've all been getting mighty frustrated. Where is this post on pyjamas we were promised? I seem to hear you cry.
Last Friday I went to the sales (silent soul scream) to buy the mini-beasts some new pyjamas. I am jealous. I love pyjamas. I would live in pyjamas if I could. Generally I change into my pyjamas as soon as I am sure I will not be leaving the house again that day. I suspect the world would be a nicer place if we all wore pyjamas all the time. It would be a great leveller. If I were ever to be offered the post of "Boss of Everybody" the main tenets of my benevolent dictatorship would be 24-hour pyjamas and cake for breakfast (as everyone would be wearing pyjamas for every meal there would be considerable latitude for some gross misinterpretation here I think).
Anybody wishing to support my candidature for the post of "Boss of Everybody" should wear pyjamas and eat cake for breakfast. You'll soon realise I am what the world needs.
And Everybody should be reassured that I would make an exception to the pyjama rule for occasional nudity, both necessary and gratuitous.