Are you going to get caught?

Do you wear your pyjamas outside the house? I have to admit that I do.

Perhaps I should preface this before I go further. I live in a sub tropical climate so my first option is cotton. I prefer the cotton, three quarter leg, short sleeved variety and I wear them for about 9 months of the year. The other three months I opt for something a little heavier for the winter months. No silk or satin, lace or frills. Sorry gents to spoil  the fantasy, but my sleep is important to me, and so I opt for comfort over glamour.

I love my pyjamas and I could quite happily spend my entire day in them. And often do! If it is the weekend it is nothing for me to still be in my pjs at eleven in the morning.

This doesn’t mean that I sit around. I still do things about the house, and this leads to my query. I often hang laundry on the clothesline, which is clearly visible by neighbours in a two storey house next door, wearing my pjs. I also take rubbish out to the bins in the front side yard, or pick up the weekend papers from the driveway, similarly attired. I draw the line at driving in my car in my pyjamas, my border is my front garden.

I am not saying that I don’t check the scene out first, peering from a window or an open door before going out. I do hasten my step if someone appears when I am exposed, a little akin to a rabbit in the headlights.

This was taken a step further yesterday. Not by me, but Mr FD. Naturally. We were working in the back garden, and Mr FD was pushing prunings through the mulcher when I happened to notice that he was in fact wearing boxers, not shorts. Underwear. Now they were rather staid blue plaid cotton boxer shorts, plenty of leg room, and not all that different from a pair of work shorts, but still they were boxers.

boxer style is accurate, sadly the man is not the stock item.

Now, Mr FD did not rise from his bed and decide to set to mulching compost and in his excitement forget to take his boxers off and put his day clothes on. No. This may be too much information to share, but Mr FD sleeps naked. His excuse is that he hates “constriction” when he sleeps. I think he just wants to frighten any burglar who should happen to creep into our bedroom. It also works as a very effective contraception, but we won’t get there just now!

So, Mr FD in fact made the decision to choose his boxers, which he keeps by the side of the bed in case he needs to walk through the house at night (the children have never recovered from some night encounters in earlier years), and to leave his shorts behind. Then he made the decision to walk outside and work in the garden in those shorts. Either that, or dementia is setting in way too soon.

If that was not bad enough, he was barefoot. He was breaking every safety rule in the book. Working with machinery and no shoes, I rest my case.  I was garbed in long sleeves, hat, wellington boots, gardening gloves and any other safety gear I could lay my hands on, but he wanders out in boxer shorts, and tee shirt!

Of course, Professor Hindsight,  Mr FD, dropped the mulcher on his toe as he moved it into place, but that didn’t prompt him to boot up; he just whinged and whined and expected sympathy. He got none. One does not encourage stupidity as it appears to reach plague proportions in a matter of hours.

Can you imagine if he had suffered a serious accident, and he required medical care? He would have arrived at the emergency department in his boxers. What might the medical staff have imagined we were up to in the garden? Getting back to nature in more than one way?

Have you been caught? Do you wear your pyjamas, or sigh, your underwear, in not quite the areas intended?