One had little cutouts all over the cups, which is apparently called ‘broderie anglaise’. After the straps were adjusted, I began to reach for the back fastening. “You may as well keep that one on William.” Aunt Katinka said, passing me my camisole.

The lady rang up the total as I buttoned up my shirt. Seven bras costing between twelve and twenty pounds each added up to one hundred and eleven pounds and ninety-four pence. I reluctantly handed my debit card to the lady and paid for the unwanted items. “I’ll certainly look into getting some of those flat-bras in.” the lady said as she handed back my card and a receipt.

“Oh please do.” my aunt replied. “I’m sure William would rather wear a proper flat-bra rather than making do with women’s ones.”