banana in pyjamas

Ju and I took a trip to the Trafford Centre last night to do some shopping chores while it was quiet. We ticked off all of our tasks but Grandad proved himself to be just as much of a bad influence as Grandma by encouraging me to buy these jimjams for Master Zeke. That said, I'm thoroughly delighted by them. They remind me of something my own dear Grandad would have worn which is particularly fitting as my Zeke James looks scarily similar to our dear departed James.