I finally found a use for that ridiculously glamorous silk Burberry trench that I bought a couple of years ago in the States. (Coerced, I have to say, by Sam from Pixiwoo who is a terrible enabler when it comes to these things.) It was the perfect autumn outerwear for my sister-in-law’s wedding; smart and fitted, so that I felt suitably “done up” when we were all milling around outside, and light enough that I never really felt the need to take it off! Which was a shame, in a way, because my Issa dress that I wore underneath was quite pretty, but I just loved the way that the trench nipped in at the waist and looked nice and shapely.

I feel as though I’ve kind of “broken the seal” with my trenchcoat, now, and I won’t be so precious over it. I was petrified of staining it or even getting raindrops on it, and had taken to keeping it in a special section of the wardrobe with three moth sachets tied around the top of the coathanger. But now that I’ve conquered my Burberry Fears, I’m sure it’ll be seeing a lot more use. So long as it’s not raining. And I can get into town in some kind of protective giant bubble…