And I thought it was just me. Sometimes, I even think that I have got away with it on holiday...and then the photos come out! How hideous can one look and not even realise? Of course, H gets it in the neck because "how could you let me go out like that? you might have told me I looked like a pregnant hippo! sob!" (can you imagine the carnage if he had?)

So now, to his great relief I also stick to skirts, dresses and linen trousers in summer!