Please Father Christmas may I have another pair of Tesco PJs

Bliss... today I got my lie in. In fact I didn't actually get out my pj bottoms till I took my mother's stew over to her bungalow at 6pm. I think if I wasn't worried about falling over in the snow and covering myself in hot chicken stew, I would have left them on. God bless Tescos winsette pj bottoms, they are just the best!
I have got my morning attire down to a fine art now. I wake up and swap my flimsy nightie for warm jumper and my beloved pj bottoms, then when you have to go out only then you get dressed. I can't sleep in pjs as I get too hot in bed, but I just I love dossing around the house in them.
I deserved a lie in this morning because as I thought yesterday, I was coughing a fair bit through the night thanks to the smell of paint and as we had a heavy fall of snow through the night, I couldn't see the sense on getting up while my bed was so warm and I was still tired.
My bathroom does look a bit like the beginnings of a tossed salad with all my onion halves everywhere. An old wives tale I know and whether it does soak up the smell of paint I don't know, as it still smells pretty high in there, but it's worth a try.
I'm not sure whether it's the lack of oxygen, too much central heating, the new chest infection, the paint or the rather strong chilli chocolate as still won't give up on that bar just yet, but I am having stormers for headaches especially across the bridge of my nose.
Could just be the fact that I'm not actually getting very much fresh air at the moment, as thanks to the snow my days revolve around reading a rather good book that Jean lent me and cooking wholesome meals while looking like a domestic goodness in pjs! Yeah right! Nigella eat your heart out as I too can pout while wearing my 'shape your butt' slippers from Avon and with fluffy socks too!

Lots of love Debbie x