Ah I remembered what I forgot to put on my list of items-bought-on-sale things; something which goes by the name of a housecoat. Which is anything but. In the same way that people should not throw stones at glasshouses, then anything worn inside a house should never be called a coat. And if what I bought is called a coat then it's a very strange coat; firstly because it;s such a soft baby pink, secondly because it has tiger fur trimmings which make it look very sexy. But then whom does anybody have to impress inside the house? My TV wouldn't mind if it were the unsexiest thing on earth. It probably will be enjoyed extremely by the Mister, but it's a housecoat for God's sake and not lingerie. And there I rest my case...
