Today was a crap one. A combination of a funeral and half a day at work could never be anything but.
The weather mirrored my grey demeanor and I've come home looking for a better evening.
My first act was to put my pajama trousers on. For some odd reason pajama trousers always make me feel better and they always did even as a kid. Whether its the ritual sloughing off of work or school trousers or the memory of long lazy Saturday mornings I don't know but it works.
Pajamas are often called just jamas, jim jams or jimmies, although not jammies for some reason. These names are universal in the UK I imagine.
However, the nicknaming of pajama trousers is less obvious and jama bottoms doesn't really do them justice given their life-affirming properties.
I have heard people call them house pants or house trousers, which is quite a good description as you wouldn't really venture outside in them, although I do take the dog into the garden in mine!
Another name I've come across is spaggies. I assume this is because the rear of them is baggier than your average pair of slacks and spaggy rhymes with baggy but I stand to be corrected on that.
My own term of endearment for these most relaxing of garments is ..... chumfies or simply ..... chumfs.
The word chumf comes from comfortable or more amusingly chomfortable. Chomfort = chumfies! This is our official family word nowadays and common parlance on Moonbase.
So, my chumfies are on and things feel better already. Its no matter that I will have to take them off again soon and take the dog out to the local fields for his evening deposit in the night safe.
My chumfs will be waiting for me on our return.
Do you like jama bottoms readers?
