So I'm walking down the home baking aisle in the supermarket and I pass a mother with a young daughter sitting in her trolley.
"Mummy?" says the little girl. "Why is that lady wearing Princess Jasmine trousers?"
The little girl is referring to me. I am wearing very hippy, green trousers gathered at the ankles that do indeed look like Princess Jasmine trousers. Her mother tries to shush her, aware that I am in earshot. Then I hear the girl whisper something.