Years later, having moved to France, I turned up at the appointed hour for a dinner, only to find that no other guest had arrived and my hostess was
still in her bathrobe.
A darn good view, especially considering you are
still in your bathrobe.
Not exact matches
So here we are, the last Friday
in September 2017, I'm
still in my fuzzy
bathrobe at nearly 1:30 pm, and I just ate an ice cream sandwich for lunch.
I start working around 5.30 am every morning and often find myself sitting there at 5.30 pm at night,
still in my fluffy
bathrobe.