Good afternoon all. This happened today.
First a bit of background. When I do overtime It is pretty much, get out of bed, log on. No niceties like getting dressed or doing anything with the hair. This morning no different. We've invited our neighbour, who has been through a tough time recently and who is moving away on Monday, over tonight for a farewell drink.
This morning I'm working away, in my pjs and fluffy dressing gown when I hear a knock on the door. Get downstairs just in time to see neighbour walking away. Shout after her, she didn't hear. Risk assess the situation and decide it will be OK to travel two doors down still in pjs and dressing gown. It is also raining. So knocked at her door, apologised for the pjs. "Oh come in. Don't worry" Went inside to be confronted by a random bloke with some very fetching piercings and tattoos. "This is Dan. He's helping me pack" Totally mortified. "errrm, hi Dan. I don't usually go out in public in my pjs" Dan smiles, a smile that says "yeah right" and then asks did we have a hammer and a screwdriver he could borrow. So, then I had to go home, get said hammer and screwdriver and return to my neighbour's still in my pjs.
The moral of the story being my Mum was right - you need to dress properly at all times to cover occasions such as this.
I'm going shopping later. I am dressed and I have applied make up!