I’ve had many comments from colleagues about me forgetting to change out of my PJs when sporting these floral peg legs to work: surprisingly, that day was an exception. I definitely think they are man-repellers as the comments only come from men. Meh. But I still love them [the trousers], for being so comfy and going beautifully with my new Topshop shirt, which, according to Grazia that week, is actually a “blirt” (blouse-shirt). Ah, the never ending appeal of sartorial portmanteaus: jeggings, treggings, jorts, burkini, greige…