Kung fu fighting...

In all the time I have been with my husband, my night attire has been the target of much derision from him.

I like to wear a sensible pyjama you see.  This is for a couple of reasons.  Firstly, I love to feel snug, and there's nothing like a bit of brushed nylon to achieve that.  Actually, they're cotton - the sparks my brushed nylon pyjamas used to give off were enough to light up half of Buckinghamshire, and as a child, I always worried that I'd set my bed alight.  The second reason is for dignity.  I have a lifelong fear of being carried over a fireman's shoulder down a ladder.  The pyjamas would ensure significant coverage in my descent.

Over the years, on the nights when the husband has complained of being cold in bed, I have always been able to say that I'm lovely and warm.  The husband's retort to this has always been the same...

'Well you would be warm.  You wear trousers and a jacket to bed every night'.

So you can imagine my shock when he sashayed into the lounge on Tuesday evening wearing a fetching navy blue cotton two piece.  There was a two minute standoff, where he was too frightened to tell me what he was wearing, and I was laughing too much behind gritted teeth to ask.

He broke first.

'Do you like my pyjamas then?'

'So that's what they are', I said.  'I thought you might be taking up jiu jitsu or thinking of filming a remake of The Karate Kid'.

'No, they are my new pyjamas.  I'm fed up of being cold at night'.

OK.  So let's talk about the pyjamas.  They are the ones from our posh Virgin flight last year, so relatively trendy and attractive looking.  At least they're not those stripy cotton jobs with a plaited drawstring - I may not have been so accepting of those.

His first night in the pyjamas went reasonably well, although he did wake up a couple of times in a sweat (welcome to my pre HRT days, my love), and the second night resulted in the top being flung across the bedroom at some time while I slept.

So it looks like it'll just be the bottoms who will staying the course. 

Of course, I'm now wondering what will be next.

A plug-in sheepskin slipper?

Well, that's Christmas sorted...