I’d forgotten about the cost of them. “I couldn’t believe how expensive they were.” I replied. “At that price I wonder why you make me wear them.”

Aunt Katinka didn’t reply. Instead she cast me pleasant yet pursed smile.

I’d envisaged spending Saturday night in a pub or club, maybe with some of my new work colleagues, but I’m not. It’s only 7.30pm and I’m ready for bed, when normally I’d be ready to go out at this early hour. I’ve just had my nightly bath and have been put in my nappy for the night.