A response to Lionel's letter. As I feared, Lionel's letter did not go down well with my Aunty. She instructed Mrs Jacobson to contact Lionel's wife to recommend several punishments one of which is documented below. I have little option other than to post it direct as my Aunt ordered me to do as I would not want to suffer any consequences due to another mans foolishness.

Lionel, you really are a silly man.

"Could you possibly have a word with your Aunt and ask her to E Mail my wife via your blog site and dissuade her from having such silly notions as I have no intention of being 'pyjamaed', treated as a servant or allow myself to be otherwise humiliated by a group of silly women."

You should know that I have written to Mrs Sykes -Patterson direct, to inform her of your pathetic, "appeal" to Wincy and no doubt by now you will have been punished in a suitable manner for your insolence accordingly. 

I though, take great exception to the tone you use. A group of silly women indeed. Let me tell you that we "silly women" are far superior to males and the sooner all men are subject to strict pyjamaring regimes and early bedtimes the better.

I sincerely hope your wife dresses you in your modified pyjamas and parades you in front of her sewing circle and Bridge club friends to emphasise how pathetic you really are. What is more, I want her friends to follow her example and impose a similar regime on their husbands too, letting it be known that it was your behaviour and actions that initiated their  pyjamarings.

I have proposed that your wife, Mrs Sykes-Patterson and Ms Clark arranges a garden party and that each female brings a specifically wrapped parcel that contains a pair of pyjamas especially made for their respective male partners. The men will  then come forward to select and unwrap their parcel.

They would hold up their pyjamas for everyone to see, then their partners will approach them to assist them in donning their new pyjamas. Once the male is duly pyjamaed, he will line up and watch as his compatriots unwrap their parcels and are attired in the nightwear their female partners have chosen for them until all the males have been subject to a pyjamaring.

Imagine your fearful anticipation Lionel as you nervously rip open the parcel to  unveil the nightwear your wife has decreed you must wear. You hear the gasps and at first, stifled laughter of the other ladies present as they feast their eyes on your voluminous pink striped pyjamas. Your head is bowed as you are publicly buttoned into the pyjama jacket. The top button secured with a safety pin to ensure closure.

Your hands disappear as they are enveloped by the length of the pyjama jackets sleeves and your miserable manhood is cocooned behind a mass of winceyette that cascades down and rests inches above your knees. And now Mrs Sykes -Patterson steps you into the pyjama bottoms, tent like, they are raised chest high and the extra long pyjama cord is passed around your waist before being tied off with several granny knots. The laughter from the ladies present is louder now as the full effect of your pyjamaring becomes apparent, the overlong pyjama bottom legs puddle at your feet  and you shuffle away to join the line of equally ludicrously attired males.

Who is the silly one now Lionel?

Mrs Jacobson