I’m sitting eating a croissant, because of course they’re not fattening, when I get a text from my Mum. She’s in London for the day.
‘I’m free. Can I come to you now?’
I look down at my pyjamas: tracksuit bottoms and a lace-trimmed v-neck. I should probably get dressed.
‘Of course!’ I send back. ‘E.t.a.?’
They might pass for loungewear, whatever that is.
Hmm not worth the risk.
I’m about to confirm that half 5 is fine, when I get another message:
‘Change of plan. Meet you at the restaurant.’
Is loungewear on trend?