How to leave the flat

My daughter is taking this good Samaritan lark a little too far. If she were not so wonderful I would be nudging her towards the property pages of the local paper. Just woken to discover a step-by-step list on 'How to Leave the Flat', she has laid a pair of loose fitting cotton pants out on the sofa with a matching t-shirt and sports jacket and prepared me a tupperware container stuffed with salad, tofu and beansprouts. The reason? Today is my first exercise and yoga class. Just tried the soft jersey ensemble on. I look like a modern day Oliver Hardy in cheap sports casuals. Not a good look.