You invite someone – attractive, intelligent and personable – to your home to look through your wardrobe.

She looks at the packed accumulation of garments, and with her professional diplomacy, and many hearty laughs together, we agree to discard sentimental, outdated, and even some unsuitable recent purchases.

To my surprise, some definite ‘outs’ she even encourages me to keep, after suggesting a few alterations.

Two hours later the floor is covered with clothes for “Vinnies”, and my robe is sporting a few ( perhaps I exaggerate ) – maybe half-a-dozen- hangers with clothes on them. And I am totally exhausted and overwhelmed from doing very little at all.

Then comes the best bit – shopping with my own “personal shopper” for a few hours. No running out of the change room for other sizes or styles. Colours are recommended, and garments co-ordinated. All I, the “clothes –hating- shopper”, have to do is try things on.

But wait – there is still a better bit – handbags and shoes! Never believed decision making could be so easy and quick.

That was Summer.

When Winter arrived, I had very few warm clothes to wear, so another shop was arranged, this one a little more extensive.

Now I have a wardrobe of clothes (about 25% of what I used to own) that I feel comfortable wearing, and can coordinate in so many ways. I even have choices, and no un-wearable outfits.

And not only clothes! Recently, I was prescribed glasses, which meant sunnies too, and yes, my personal shopper was there to advise.

Now, do you think this a fairy story?

If you do, think again, because it means you have not met Imogen Lamport. From the point of view of a now, non-working Grandmother, I can thoroughly recommend her services.