Long John (and shorter Nikki)

Today's delivery - long johns. 

Or to be entirely accurate, replacement long johns, because our first attempt was... no. Ever slept on a nylon sheet? Yeah, that. They went straight into the charity shop pile. Some unfortunate homeless people will benefit from a slightly warmer life experience this winter.

I even cast a long, sideways glance at these, when we opened the package. For me, the phrase "long johns" conjures an image from the distant past of old B&W movies watched on a Saturday afternoon, of some Wild West duffer emerging from his shack carrying a shotgun, and wearing what would, forty years later, come to be known as a "onesie." 

But, you know, as I've mentioned several times already: -20°C. And then, naturally, (gulp) we had to... try them on. You won't be seeing any photos of that. Altogether too close to this image for comfort. Although speaking of comfort...

They turned out to be surprisingly nice to wear. I began to understand why people develop a liking for latex would choose to wear them, even in a regular winter. Not that I'm intending to do that. Unless that heating bill goes up again.