Like an earworm – the filk by Tom Smith sung to a couple of classic Klezmer melodies has been running through my mind since the lovely Air France flight attendant handed me this bag and told me it was mine to keep.
Contained inside was a set of knit pjs. The v-neck top a blue and the trousers complete with draw string in grey. Size L according to the tag at the back of the neck. Since they weren’t completely huge on me, my conclusion is that the sizing is French and many from the UK or North America would not find them providing adequate coverage.
I considered my options – change into PJs to sleep or just crash? Fatigue won over the chance for a new experience while on the plane which takes me to the present.
I have Pajamas. No Badgers on them but the earworm is firmly imbedded; signing to me as I spend the day lounging comfortably at home. I am thinking about getting some fabric dye and some rubber stamps.
(sung to the tune of Hava Nagilah)
Badger, Badger, mushroom, mushroom, snake.
Air France, Air France, airplane, airplane – stake.