The day after.

In my youth, this used to be known in our house as  "Pyjama Day", because nobody bothered to get dressed.  There was something deliciously decadent about spending the day in your dressing-gown.  Can't do it these days of course - I need to go out and get my newspaper, for one thing. And then, somehow it's not the same when you're on your own.  Oh well.....