Being a writer means that I sit on my bottom a lot which means that I wear only comfortable clothing. I live in my polar fleece top, tracksuit pants and Ugg boots.

But yesterday my daughter told me that my eight-year old Target tracksuit pants look like ‘poo catchers’ – a term I discovered young people use for pants that sag under and around your backside.

I looked in the mirror and sure enough, my pants were exactly as my daughter described them. They reminded me of a one year old’s fully laden nappy.

I laughed at first, but then my laugh faded.

I thought back to all the times I had innocently worn them up the street to buy milk or take the dog for a walk or to post a letter.

So it’s goodbye and into the bin for my dear old friend. You have served me well.

RIP