SOMETIMES I don’t know what the neighbours must think of us.
Or, to be more precise, what they must think of the Stelfox men.
There they were out in the garden at the weekend, clearing the leaves: the Man-in-Charge dressed in his old leather jacket and sporting his Indiana Jones leather hat; while Firstborn was wearing his dressing gown and a pair of kung fu shoes.
I wasn’t too surprised because the dressing gown has become The Boy’s most treasured item of apparel. He wears it as soon as he gets home (over his day clothes) and keeps it on until bedtime.
It is, he believes, the modern fleecy equivalent of a Victorian gentleman’s smoking jacket. In fact, he has expressed an interest in having a quilted, velvet-trimmed version, that he can wear while studying – aka surfing the internet or MySpacing. I’m looking for one of those little smoking caps with a tassel to give him for Christmas!
He says he needs the dressing gown because the room where the computer is sited is the chilliest in the house (we thought this would deter him from over-use but we didn’t bank on the dressing gown).
Perhaps it’s just time to reinstate the smoking jacket but re-brand it as a surfing jacket.