Encounters of the Pyjama'd Kind

There are few sights so mesmerisingly arresting as a grown man in pyjamas. And polka-dot pyjamas at that. Such was the vision I was met with while on my morning jaunt around the neighbourhood. Don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t as though he were in his house or outside his house or anywhere near his house. He seemed, like me, in the midst of a bracing walk in the morning air. Had this happened in England, I should probably have called the police because in all likelihood, this was someone’s Uncle Malcolm who had wandered off while on a family day out. Instead, I exchanged cordial greetings with this man in all his polka-dotted splendour and went on my merry way.