I feel a theme emerging. And it’s not just my own family turning things out for me: Lucy’s parents are now sending the odd bagful of their cast-offs my way too. Thanks to Lucy’s mum for an electric blue Wallis dress (big shoulder pads, dropped waist), mid-’80s (I’m sure my deputy headmistress at the time had one and the same); and a quite fantastic selection of hand-painted earrings, including two pairs with palm trees. Club Tropicana! My deputy headmistress, by the way, was an imposing woman who looked alarmingly like a bluestocking version of Hattie Jacques, and who was far scarier than the headmistress herself. I’d be nervous enough meeting her again 25 years down the line. And I do not want to dress like her so this blue number will be rehomed rapidly.