Sitting in our usual spot outside Waitrose this morning (I’m beginning to wonder whether I should start a whole new blog site: observations from a Waitrose car park) the dogs are getting their usual constant attention and adoration, while I am feeling left on the shelf, when two girls walk into the supermarket wearing their pyjamas, dressing gowns and slippers, much to the surprise and amusement of the other shoppers. This reminded me of a post made by one of my Facebook friends last week, where she commented how she had turned up to her son’s early morning Saturday swimming lesson, only to realise that she was still wearing her pyjama top. What made her post even funnier was the fact that it transpired that the person next to her was wearing her pyjama bottoms. All this talk of how disgusting it is that parents are turning up at the school gates in their nightwear, but it goes to show how easily it is done. I remember when partner popped out to our local supermarket one evening and it was only when he was at the checkout that he realised he was still wearing his slippers. The girls were mortified in case one of their friends had seen him. He wasn’t bothered at all! Another time, I popped into our Tesco Metro and bumped into a friend, who was looking decidedly embarrassed and very pleased to see me: I’ve forgotten my purse, she said to me and then in a hushed tone: and I’m in my pyjamas. I only nipped out for a few things, can you lend me a tenner?
So all this goes to show, that none of us should have been at all surprised by the mamas in pyjamas at Waitrose this morning: it’s called, ‘leisure wear’ and the boundaries are blurred. I have to say, however, I personally would draw the line at onesies.