Speaking of shirts that are too big, I'd love to publicly thank my marvellous, wonderful boyfriend Marcus. I casually suggested to him last weekend that I really loved my blue checked short-sleeved shirt, but it did seem to hang, tent-like, on me. "I'll take it in for you," he offered.

I had no idea how much work would be involved. He's completely taken the shirt apart, cut bits off the sides, the bottom and the sleeves, and is reconstructing a far nicer, more slimline garment.

Marcus, I owe you.