Had a moment of panic yesterday when (having furtled around hurriedly in the mish mash of outdoors stuff by the back door) I put on my new, unworn, men’s medium, waterproof trousers for the dog walk. In a rush, I was perturbed that they seemed more than a little snug – I could only just coax them over my middle aged arse, but eventually got them on and set off feeling like an overstuffed sausage. On my return I couldn’t get the bloody things lower than mid-hip level and had to resort to the kitchen scissors to cut them off me.

Have I really become such a whale?

On further inspection of the label I noticed the size – XS – and realise these were a pair which, many years ago, I bought for my then 13 year old daughter and which had got predictably mislaid.

My new ones were actually where I left them, by my wellies, to be easily located when required….

Actually really rather chuffed that I managed to successfully get into (even if not out of) an XS……

All in all a quite a satisfactory outcome.