My new pyjamas are comfy and cosy.
Red flannel plaid trousers, cute red tee.
The kind of pyjamas which make you want to clear your schedule, and make some time for some R&R.
They cry out for hot chocolate, cuddles, chickflicks, sausage sandwiches and re-runs of Scrubs.
Which is why I’m writing this post about them, rather than something deep or funny or insightful.
The siren song of the pyjamas is calling me back to bed, or at the very least, to the couch.
In a world of busy-ness, and work, and Christmas preparation, and marking, and school events, and party planning, and whizz whizz whizz, they demand a lull, and some toast, and a good book.
Roll on 6pm and the end of the day, say I….because I’ve got a hot date with my new pyjamas when I get home.