Why you cuttin aboot in jammies?

Met J for some food at Illegal Jacks (burrito with chicken, pinto beans, roasted salsa and cheese) then headed back down the road towards Haymarket at around 15.3o. All of a sudden the woman pictured busts out in front of us from a corner shop with milk and a loaf. Unfortunately I was not quick enough to get a closer and clearer picture of her pink dressing gown and slippers. Why you cuttin aboot in jammies?