I'm not surprised that the relationship turned out to be ephemeral.
The last time I owned jammies was when I was 21 and had had a car smunch, followed within hours by the surgical removal of my (by this point ruptured) spleen. I was in hospital for 3wks, and my mum brought me jammies, which I appreciated, much better than the indignighties Scarborough General was providing.
These days, if it's cold, I might wear a Tshirt or sweatshirt to bed. And if I'm unwell (and getting the chills), or in a group where being clothed is appropriate, I'll wear sweats.
but I'm in bed ALONE in those situations. I find that if there are 2 in the bed, it's pretty warm, and I don't need (much less want) clothing in the way. And, as you say, cuddling skin-to-skin is much more fun.
N in the bed / and the little one said / roll over! roll over! / so they all rolled over / and one fell out / there were (N-1) in the bed / and the little one said ...
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Date: 2007-09-14 01:51 pm (UTC)The last time I owned jammies was when I was 21 and had had a car smunch, followed within hours by the surgical removal of my (by this point ruptured) spleen. I was in hospital for 3wks, and my mum brought me jammies, which I appreciated, much better than the indignighties Scarborough General was providing.
These days, if it's cold, I might wear a Tshirt or sweatshirt to bed. And if I'm unwell (and getting the chills), or in a group where being clothed is appropriate, I'll wear sweats.
but I'm in bed ALONE in those situations. I find that if there are 2 in the bed, it's pretty warm, and I don't need (much less want) clothing in the way. And, as you say, cuddling skin-to-skin is much more fun.
N in the bed / and the little one said / roll over! roll over! / so they all rolled over / and one fell out / there were (N-1) in the bed / and the little one said ...