An emblem I love is the clown. So many people hate them, but not me. Love ’em. Circuses in general, really. I love the old sign writing, striped tents, sequinned costumes and darkness just beyond the lights.

I had the idea, years ago, that a clown suit would make excellent loungewear. Clowngewear? Maybe not. I found a 60s kids’ costume pattern but then put it in my box of patterns (where intentions go to die) for maybe three years.

Then, a few weeks ago, I came across a huge striped blanket in a charity shop that was perfect for this soft baby clown vision I had.

My brain was a mess yesterday because I’d spoken at a conference in London the day before, so the time had come. Six hours, no phone and no breaks. Just snip snip sew sew GO AWAY I’M FOCUSING until I had a clown suit and a reregulated nervous system.

It’s exactly what I’d imagined, which is quite rare. Also undeserved as I went totally off pattern shortly after cutting out the pieces.

Burn me in this, as I have reached my final form.