I love my PJ days.
But I don’t love when I have to heave my ruddy great left leg up to insert it into my stylish pyjama bottoms and then get really confused in the half light when I can’t stick my better right leg in.
I sit there sweating in self-denial but it is only defecting from the truth:
I’ve put my left leg in the right (wrong) hole.
Start again, oh and all the shifting makes me need the loo.
Stay calm good people.