One just would like to say this

It always feels slightly improper going into the front garden in a dressing gown with a toothbrush in one's mouth and toothpaste in one's hand. One is never quite certain why this should be, but it just strikes one as an activity that should be confined to the house, if not the bathroom itself. Strangely enough it always strikes one in this way after one has wandered absent-mindedly into the front garden in a dressing gown with a toothbrush in one's mouth and toothpaste in one's hand, which just goes to show, one never can know, can one? No, one can't. However, next time, one proposes a simple solution to this dilemma: instead of wandering into the front garden in a dressing gown with a toothbrush in one's mouth and toothpaste in one's hand, one will not bother putting the dressing gown on. The rose bush, one feels, is certainly of sufficient height now to protect one's modesty if and when the need should arise.