There’ s usually a dressing gown hanging from the wardrobe’s door handle in our house. I’m not sure why - I never wear it at home. It makes an annual trip to New Mexico where it gets worn around Linda’s folks house, and then it comes back to the UK where it is parked on its door handle for a year, until we make the trip again. The trip from bed to bathroom is about five yards - I never think that sort of distance merits donning a gown.
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