What’s the naked attraction?

Bradley Cooper does it, Drew Barrymore says it’s liberating and Britney Spears reveals all in front of household staff. Walking around naked at home seems to be the latest trend, with everyone from the Beckhams to Denise Van Outen extolling the virtues of being in the buff at home. Of course, these household names probably have multiple rooms with triple glazing and underfloor heating to retreat to, whereas I live in a two-bed flat with a husband, four children, Bluebell, 12, Max, nine, Marigold, seven, Violet, three, and a cat with sharp claws. But if it’s good enough for the stars, it’s good enough for me. In a bid to find out what it’s really like being starkers at home, I ditch my mummy uniform (aka leggings and jumpers) for a week. Here’s how I got on…

Monday

I start as I mean to go on – after the kids go to school, I strip off, crank the heating up and spend the day working at my laptop as a writer, naked. Nobody knocks on the door all day and I’m so engrossed in work I almost forget. When the kids come home and find me loading the washing machine starkers, they don’t bat an eyelid. They’ve seen me naked plenty of times when I’ve stepped out of the shower, or in the changing rooms at the swimming pool. However, I’m discovering there’s a difference between hopping from bedroom to bathroom in your birthday suit and being naked all the time. The kids and my husband Rob question why I don’t have any clothes on. When I explain it’s for research purposes, my 12-year-old rolls her eyes. ‘So you’re going to be flashing your boobs all week?’ she scoffs.

Tuesday

There’s a big difference between rooting around in the freezer for the kids’ tea and being shot in the bum with a nerf gun while wearing my mum uniform and rooting around in the freezer for the kids’ tea and being shot in the bum with a nerf gun when you’ve got no clothes on. It might sound funny, but I’m not laughing. My apron is my new best friend – cooking, making packed lunches and producing umpteen snacks for the kids while in the buff is a risky business, especially when it involves sauces that spit out of the pan. Wearing nothing but an apron isn’t exactly a good look, but it protects my modesty, and my lady bits. It also turns out that Britney Spears isn’t