Today was totally weird. I had the same skirt on, and a long-sleeved top, and I went out to the bookshop and bumped into an old boyfriend in the street. I must have turned a bright shade of red and we just sort of said “hello” and “what have you been up to”, and then he gave me a bit of a look up and down and I could have sworn he was looking right through my clothes. “You’re looking really good, though,” he said.

“Thanks,” I beamed, and then told him I had to go. I wondered if he was watching me as I walked away. I hoped so, and I hoped he realised what he was missing out on.