Monday, 18 January 2010
I got out of bed at 6.30am to feed the dogs and let them out as I usually do around this time. Sometimes I stay up if I have things to do, but often I return to bed for an hour or so with a cup of coffee and my laptop, before showering and getting ready for the day ahead.
But the weather was dreadful. Storms and torrential rain which saw M & M scurrying back into the shelter of their dog bedroom, and Beki and Poppy back into the house.
So I spent most of the day in bed...just surfacing occasionally to check on the dogs and to get myself food and coffee.
Up until fairly recently I would have felt guilty about staying in my pyjamas all day. I might also have been bothered about being seen out in the garden or on the balcony in my pjs but when you live amongst village women who wear shalwar pants..my pjs don't really look out of place. In fact one of the nicest things about living in this environment is that you can really dress down and know that people don't judge you on what you wear.
Pyjama Day is a term I picked up from my daughter. I have good memories of such days with her when we would slob out in front of the TV and eat chocolate. I'm pretty certain that now she has Billy in her life, there's little opportunity for her to indulge in a PJ day.
My attitude has changed in recent years. I no longer have feelings of guilt about doing nothing all day. I have worked pretty hard all my life, I'm now retired and I can please myself. I no longer consider such a day to be self-indulgent or lazy. I don't do it often because then it wouldn't be a treat.
In spite of the awful weather, it was a most enjoyable day in bed with the electric blanket and the laptop. And today I feel rested and relaxed and ready to get dressed.