there's a naked man in my kitchen...

Feeling the compulsion to share the fact that my hubby is in the kitchen cooking sausages whilst his own sings in the wind. I know I am a hippy at heart and its all peace an love but i fear i may be living with a nudist...is it unusual that i have to ring before entering my own house with anyone as i am worried that he wont have any clothes on. Not that it bothers him much i just feel duty bound to our poor guests to have him clothed at times...It may be the 2 glasses of bubble i just drank to get me thru having to do the shopping but the sight of hubby talking on phone to work, going about daily life in his birthday suit does make me giggle!!!