I was really struggling with my work wardrobe. Everything I liked was unsuitable; everything suitable I disliked. Meanwhile my sister J was having much more success – largely because she had gone on a shopping spree before the start of term and had a bought a wide selection of checked shirts.
I finally settled on a cream suit, but my troubles didn’t end there. I got lost travelling from one campus to the other. Then my clothes disappeared. I did my best to use my hair as a gown, but it wasn’t quite long enough. My only hope of rescue was a US military helicopter.