A tiger-print fleece sleepsuit. Adult size. With a hood. WITH LITTLE EARS.
The lady on the checkout told me that when these turned up in the Beckenham branch they sold out within a couple of hours to several posses of burly gentlemen who wanted to wear them up the pub.
The world actually has gone mad. But in a rather wonderful way.
(The tiger pyjamas are in the men's department; women are supposed to wear bunny suits instead. I defied their stereotyping.)
They are not only supremely comfortable for loafing around watching telly in, but nice to sleep in (the last few nights have, coincidentally, been very chilly). I don't think I've enjoyed such nocturnal cosiness since the last time I wore a sleepsuit - which would be about thirty years ago.