I have owned this dressing gown for over twenty years. I didn't buy it myself, I think my mum probably bought it for me at some point - possibly a birthday? I am fully aware that for the vast majority, possibly everyone else who stops to consider my dressing gown for even an instant, will be unable to appreciate the beauty of this synthetic beast. But I love it dearly. The fabric, though synthetic, is soft against the skin. The stripes remind me of Sherlock Holmes and for a while I even began to refer to it as my "smoking jacket".
Neighbours have often commented on the swathes of time I manage to spend reading in the garden. I can imagine the curtain twitchers curling their lips to sneer "He's out there reading again! And just look at the state of him. That dressing gown..."
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