Warmth from the waist up; spring fever from the waist down
This is the perfect time of year to do your biannual wardrobe switcheroo. The one where you pack all your winter clothes out of sight, and bring out the summer clothes you stashed away six months ago. Are you ready? OK, that’s me done for today then. I will leave you to get on with it. Good luck, have fun, see you next week, bye.
I am completely unqualified to help you, because I am rubbish at the seasonal wardrobe switcheroo. It’s not that I don’t try. Every spring, I open my wardrobe and pull out the winter clothes that I definitely won’t need until later in the year. Heavy coats go in a suitcase. (But not wool blazers or leather jackets, obviously, which count as summer coats.) My full-length trench goes in, too. (But not anoraks or macs. Are you mad? What would I wear in Norfolk in August?) My flat boots with a furry lining. And the heaviest roll-neck jumpers. Oh, and gloves. And – well, that’s about it. The rest stays where it is.