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May 4, 2019
Try not to walk into things as you read this. I’ve known this for a while I just have a lot of other things I’ve had to write.
It’s a nightgown. The white sheet Sherlock wraps around himself as he walks around his flat, then into Buckingham Palace is a nightgown, my nightgown. I had a white nearly floor-length white cotton nightgown that had lace with ribbons along the hem, it was sleeveless. It was light and airy, and it felt like summertime to sleep in it, actually a true story.
Why I should be embarrassed or worried about being seen in my own family home walking from my bedroom to the bathroom that was shared with my father and brother, I don’t know. I don’t remember walking around the house in it, or lounging around the house, I wore to sleep and that’s all.
I didn’t ask anyone to spy on me in my own home.
It does appear to be embarrassing, not in the best of manners to others to watch. I am not sure I owned a robe at that time. And, it was just my family, or so I thought, it meant nothing to them, obviously.
No wonder I go to sleep now with all my clothes still on.
It’s just a nightgown.
Sorry, if I caused any embarrassment to others.