One of my fave charity shops in the village has been drip-feeding me someone’s childhood wardrobe from the early noughties.

Obviously, I was thrilled to see two pairs of trousers in that recognisably denim-ISH stretch fabric, a three-quarter length leg and a satin butterfly applique. But it kept coming.

Every time I went in, I was seeing New Look labels from back when New Look was really new. Low-rise zip-up purple ombre glitter stretch flares (these now belong to me). A deadstock plaid shirt with the kind of quintessentially cutesy label you just don’t see anymore, now everything has to be COOL.

I’ve often thought that the life I lead is designed around fulfilling my every unrequited childhood wish.

These clothes are a time machine back to standing in Tammy Girl and longing for low-rise zip-up purple ombre glitter stretch flares.