My infant and junior schools didn't make us wear a uniform, so I never had the opportunity to dress in those cute little red, yellow, blue or green gingham summer dresses that you will have seen modelled by small girls all over the UK during the past term. Actually, I would rather have died than be seen dead in a gingham dress in those days. I was a tomboy through and through!
How things change. Since I may have to actually dress like a grown-up for the next six weeks, yesterday I took advantage of the last day of the school year and paid homage to my six-year-old colleagues in my very own picnic-blanket dress. I hope you enjoy this pair of annoyingly over-processed pictures of it.