I love the idea of putting on a ballgown to go to the supermarket, and some women I know, do just that. Maryam! Moira! But in actuality, I’d feel like a prawn in a patch of parsnips. Or a lemon, in room full of aubergines. You know what I mean. I’d stand out. And not in a good way. Not in the way that you want to stand out when you’re in floor length organza. But I do love to get all dressed up, and I have very few opportunities to do so. If not to the cinema, or out for a curry, when will I ever get to wear my frocks? We’ve been invited to a family wedding in California this year. Even if the dress code is beach casual, I’m wearing taffeta. Tulle. Or moiré silk.