Reading this proves to me that we are fast returning to at least some of the values of the Victorian age!
I do realise that a pendulum can only swing so far, before returning to its starting point, but I frankly feel sad that the broader outlook of the 1970s is fast being overtaken by prudery and increasing social control. And this kind of censorious behaviour has never appealed to me.
I would not personally go anywhere in a dressing-gown, except to the nearest bathroom from the room I had slept in, but that is just me.
I could quite well go out to the bin in my night wear without startling anyone, as the hedges round our garden are quite high enough to conceal me completely, but I don't, having been brought up to dress before appearing for breakfast, but quite honestly if anyone has the face to be seen in public in their night wear, that is their business.
I would not, as head teacher, have had the nerve to dictate to parents what they should or should not wear when bringing or collecting their children from school, as long as their genitals were decently covered.
I would just have been glad they bothered to bring and fetch their young children.