We are currently living in the age of loungewear . The WFH situ makes desk-side comfort a priority, and rainy weekends have us craving the cosiness of thick, fleece-lined sweatpants – only the very best tracksuit bottoms will do.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’