The saga of the 'lounge wear' continues. It must be a month since Robbie managed to tear one of his pairs of PJ bottoms in a rather vital area - don't ask how, it is one of those mysteries that I am probably better not knowing the answer to!! They had a gaping tear of at least twelve inches and for the protection of 'the viewing public' I had to throw them away. He is still sulking and he claims (unsurprisingly) that he is unable to find any suitably modern and 'Robbie style' lounge wear. By Robbie style he means loud clashing colours combined with large and dubious patterns - Sam's right he is still stuck in the 1970's!
This is a plea from the heart, we have endured at least a month of Robbie parading around the house in his knickers and it's more than flesh and blood can stand. It is one of those visions that you never get used to. Please, if one of his colleagues reads this would you send him out in his lunch hour to buy some PJ bottoms - my requirements are less onerous than his, the price must be 'within budget' and they must cover all the 'relevant parts'. Our family (and the postman) will be extremely relieved to see him properly attired again.
This is a plea from the heart, we have endured at least a month of Robbie parading around the house in his knickers and it's more than flesh and blood can stand. It is one of those visions that you never get used to. Please, if one of his colleagues reads this would you send him out in his lunch hour to buy some PJ bottoms - my requirements are less onerous than his, the price must be 'within budget' and they must cover all the 'relevant parts'. Our family (and the postman) will be extremely relieved to see him properly attired again.
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