I grew up in a ‘naked house’. My parents weren’t naturists, far from it. But they were relaxed enough to appear in the corridor completely starkers on their way to the bathroom. Dressing gowns were optional. The sight of my mother’s boobs familiar. Nudity wasn’t a big deal.

I’d like to think that I am just as relaxed with nudity in my own home. My children often see me naked – whether it be the early morning dash to the loo, or (more frequently) because they’ve wandered into the bathroom while I shower. Nudity isn’t a big deal in our house either.

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