We all went to the Waterhouse Exhibition at the Royal Academy today. I have loved Waterhouse since I was a child with my Golden Treasury book of Art. We saw a lot of the old favourites, like Hylas and the Nymphs, and Echo and Narcissus.
I again noted the strange way us ladies act whenever an artist walks past us. We instantly start taking a bath - or, oops, we fall out of the top of our frocks.
Yet the effect seems to lose its power once we are over 30.
I suppose we must learn how not to do it.
Or could there be some other reason?