Take your cue from a very British icon and hunt down those subtle squares
I believe we may have reached peak gingham. I really like it, but I think I am over it. Over having meetings with grown women who seem to be dressed as Dorothy. Over being on the same tube carriage as two other women in the same Bonne Maman jam jar lid red-and-white check Zara skirt.
So, what to wear instead? With hindsight, we may have been rash to ditch the Breton stripe, as we did last summer in a fit of Brexit-tinged, fist-shaking-across-the-Channel stroppiness. I can’t for the life of me now recall the logic behind cutting our ties with this symbol of a civilised, progressive, cultured, cross-border lifestyle. But never mind: the people have spoken, we are where we are, and we have to make the best of it. Bretxit means Bretxit.