We are now back to work, which heralded a very sad day for Darrell …..
……. as he had to finally extricate himself from his beloved onsie, I told him that in no uncertain terms that the powers would not allow him to wear such apparel……no matter how en trend or de rigueur it was, or that Father Christmas had left it for him. Perhaps it might be permissible on the next charity mufti day, but even then it might be deemed as the pushing boundaries!
There were a few robust sighs, and I think I detected a
sob sniff or two, but I felt it best to ignore them.
To be honest it did need a good wash, and it isn’t as if he can’t change into it after work and wear it all weekend, at his leisure, especially while partaking in a little languid Wolverhampton lounging.
However, the way to work on the Banga bus, Darrell insisted on keeping his hood firmly up, a la onsie style, as he was adamant that having unfettered and cold ears after two weeks of ultimate cosiness had to be acclimatized to ……what is he like?