On my way home, after a couple of days of work in Miami, I popped into an Adidas store selling Stella McCartney. I found what I thought were cool, fairly galactic, exercise leggings. They were a silly price but I thought what the hell, I exercise a lot, I will wear them a lot. So I treated myself.
“What on earth are you wearing?” David asked when he saw me.
“Those are disgusting,” said Domino when I collected her from school.
Even her little friend Cole took a long look and said quietly “Err yeah, same as what Domino said.”
Leggings, not so Stella after all.