What're these pockets all about?

Some pyjama questions

I've reluctantly taken (another) stride towards the retirement home, shuffling, drooling, and playing all day bridge or chess. I've given in, and have pyjamas, slippers, and a dressing gown. I can understand the pockets in the dressing gown. But I had to ask BLISS and DLL about the pockets in the pyjamas. Aren't they unnecessary, and borderline dangerous? Won't the contents make sleeping uncomfortable, or even impossible? Why is there a breast pocket on the t-shirt?

Anyway, the answers were along the lines of:

“Of course you need pockets. They're for putting things in?”

There. They're booking my room at the home, I know they are.

“What things?”

“Like your phone...”

Okay, that's fair enough, but what's wrong with the dressing gown pockets? They can accommodate a mobile phone.

“And your fags...”

They both said that. I don't smoke. That's clutching at straws, is what that is. Or they're picturing me hanging about the nursing home garden having a crafty fag between bouts of drooling and games of cards.

Dangerous slippers

While on the tricky subject of night – day wear, are slippers called slippers because they're almost impossible to walk about in? They slide forwards until I trip over the loose leading edge, or fall off altogether.

It's cat-sitting duty for me...

...for a couple of days. Four of them:

• Cat, who pitched up, immediately escaped, lived down the Mosque for a bit then was found and returned.
• Rupert, who's ginger.
• Pickles, who's black and has a cloudy eye.
• Florence, who's tortoiseshell and breaks iPhones.

They're lovely cats, although Cat mounted another escape attempt when I left the window open, and they do like to make a lot of noise with their balls with bells in toys at ungodly o'clock.

Although...

...being woken up at a stupid hour did mean I could watch some of the fianl Ashes test match...

...not that...

...that can be considered such a good thing.

It still 'aint going well.