Dear readers,
I thought I was getting better yesterday but I wasn't. I got worse. Now I am in bed all day. It is probably all over for me.
I am going towards the light now... goodbye... goodbye!!!
Sincerely,
John
PS The mini-market is only four doors down, am I allowed to go in my dressing gown and pyjamas?
17 comments:
if you're deathly ill, then i say "YES!" hope you find something there to help you feel a bit better.
Accepted Canadian practice is to go to Tim Hortons wearing pajamas, but the dressing gown would be over the line. Put on a big coat and bigger boots and you are ready to wow them in public in the latest TO Fashion. Winter gear may double as a hazmat suit for the safety of innocent passersby.
yes. but you may not wear slippers. that gives passer-byers the notion that perhaps you are too comfortable.
If you are a local celebrity, very obviously sick or on first-name terms with the owner, yes!
My opinion:
Absolutely not.
Get dressed! Put on your foppish hat and ascot and get to the store properly! It's this laying about that's caused your illness to begin with.
If you go down to the pub like that, people might buy you drinks.
The "common" cold canceled my Xmas- I feel your pain John, and hope you feel better soon. Coat over the pajamas seems sensible & acceptible under the cicumstances.
We will miss you and yes and listen to Marc, he has your best interests in mind-
Going in pajamas would only encourage people to ask you what's going on. Go in boxers only.
And wear them on your head.
It is possible, but only if you make sure to mention loudly and obnoxiously at the checkout about how you are just off to (or back from) a pyjama party, and how your purchases relate to that.
Pyjama party ruses would not wash in Chadderton! This is not Laurel Canyon (or Chorlton) and bohemian ways are frowned upon.
I did not go to the shop in the end as I was too frail. I ate soup without bread and it was a poor repast.
I am shocked and appalled that you do not have any minions, or at very least a part-time lackey, to fetch you restoratives whilst you lay in your consumptive swoon. You should advertise for an webcomic intern (unpaid, natch) to do such fetch and carry tasks.
Does the NHS not at least have afternoon brandy delivery? Sigh, these are dark days for social democracy.
I travelled to Merry Hill in my pj's for a bet and not one soul batted an eyelid. I assume it's more common than previously thought.
Get well soon, John. Lots of hot mustard plaster and infusions of bark should do it. ;-)
Definitely go out in your dressing gown and pajamas. Very Arthur Dent. Good luck with your recovery.
If I saw you down the pub like that, my immediate reaction would be to assume Vogons were about to demolish the earth.
Soup is the best sort of food when you're feeling like that, even without bread. I hope you are on the mend.
Nothing worse than blood has ever come out of my nose. I did once have the palms of both hands turn to green goo, though, after a bike-riding injury got infected. I don't recommend it.
Who do you think you are, Za... Arthur Dent?
Actually, I once took an old girlfriend out for Mile High Pie in her nightie and dressing gown... it was Mardi Gras, so nobody blinked an eye.
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