Welcome to Pyjama Days and Schizophrenia

So - hands up all you writers out there if you spend ninety percent of your lives in pyjamas or some kind of bed-suitable attire.
     Aha. Just as I thought. There's loads of you.
     I am not alone.
     And I was wondering, too, whether you find yourselves muttering far-fetched excuses to parcel delivery men, meter readers and suchlike who knock on your doors at 3.30 in the afternoon because they make you feel mildly ashamed to be in your pyjamas at such a decadent hour? Or maybe you just hide away until they've gone and resign yourself to the knowledge that you will have get into some proper clothes, drive to the main post office, shell out for exorbitant town centre parking so that you can collect the recorded letter... or parcel... or item marked 'insufficient postage paid'  just to avoid ever having to explain your state of pyjama-dness to anyone.
      Hah - the extremes we go to.
      The tactics are many but I have learned from a cousin's unfortunate experience that a mad dash to don one's day-wear doesn't necessarily work either. She's still smarting from the look of shock horror on the postman's face and his wry (and mildly lewd) comments about her state of dress (back to front, inside out and upside down blouse which proved more revealing in that particular arrangement than the skimpiest of negligees - not that she would ever wear one... I think) and, by all accounts, her little episode didn't occur as late in the day as 3.30p.m. I promised myself never to resort to the day-wear dash tactic.
      However I digress. For me it was a relief, a HUUUUUGE relief, to discover that this penchant for spending way above average hours clad in night attire is perfectly normal amongst writers. Writing in bed is the in thing. In fact it could be an important step along the path to true professionalism. It's true that there are those who prefer their sheds but beds are up there - right alongside all those famous sheds we are always hearing about.
     It would appear that taking to one's bed to write has long been fashionable in the authorial community. While listening to the wonderful Michael Morpurgo speak at Bath's Festival of Children's Literature last weekend I learned that he aped Robert Louis Stevenson's habit of recumbent writing, found it comfortable and relaxing, and stuck with it.      
      As you can see, it's been going on a long time and I plan to uphold this fine tradition of bed-ly writing and encourage more of it through my musings here in my blog, Pyjama Days and Schizophrenia. 
      Enough for today though - must get to some real writing. I'll give you the background to the 'schizophrenia' aspect of the blog shortly; once my next word count target is achieved which will be accomplished, of course, whilst snuggled up in the comfort of my lovely, cosy, big bed.