Why do I own so many navy, nautical striped sweaters? There must be a psychological reason, not just because Brigitte Bardot used to wear them on the Riviera. They are like fashion slippers: easy, familiar, comfortable and I replace them every year despite the fact there is nothing at all wrong with the incumbent sweater apart from it’s apparent 12 month loyal patronage. Sigh. Is there such a thing as repeat offending due to addiction, do I need withdrawal therapy?