Working in television does have its glamorous moments, although for the most part these are in no way as frequent as people would think.

Charity dinners and award ceremonies aside, most working days are spent hunched over a computer editing graphics and talking to colleagues in the Met Office in London.

It’s steady, fairly humdrum at times to be honest but at least with forecasts being updated all the time and situations having the potential to develop rapidly in a short space of time, no two days are alike. I imagine, like most people, we start thinking about work before we leave home in what we choose to wear for the day ahead.

Dressing for television isn’t always that easy and there are certain rules which we have to follow.

Colour is vital since we stand in front of a blue screen to present the weather. The blue screen allows us to project the weather maps behind us, so to avoid any confusion we have to steer clear of anything blue or that bit of your body in question effectively disappears and your head floats around on the telly like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

Fabric can also be a bit tricky – anything that creases easily can make you look like you spent the night before in a hedge, and the less said about anything see-through the better. Sometimes it’s a case of trial and error, for example, I know now that anything shiny and voluminous makes me look like an overstuffed pillow tied in the middle, and anything made to look like leather is more “Orange Peel” than “Mrs Peel”, although the letters I got after one such shift were certainly, er, enlightening.

I often play it safe, and have found that you can’t go far wrong with a pair of black trousers and a top, which just leaves the question of what to wear on your feet. As you will know you very rarely see a weather presenter’s feet which means here I can often relax the rules a little, although most of the time I try to wear something that blends in with everything else I’ve been known to wear – trainers, wellies and, once, flip-flops. Thankfully I’ve stopped short of Heelies but I guess it’s just a matter of time.

Variety is the spice of life, they say, and for that reason myself, Jo, Kerrie and Jon leave a collection of all things in a dressing room.

Got to do an interview when it’s chucking it down with snow? Off to the dressing room to get some wellies and a parka. Sunshine cracking the flags in Clayton? That’ll be flip-flops and shorts. Whatever situation arises I know that at least one of us will have something suitable, and to say that four of us use the same room it works incredibly well.

In fact, I think the only niggle was directed at me and came from Jon when he politely asked if I would stop leaving my support tights on his tie rack. I have done ever since, but don’t think I won’t do it again in the future.

Call it revenge for the time when I couldn’t track down a body stocking I bought for a Christmas Party a few years back. I’d turned the dressing room upside down only for Jon to say I was wasting my time and he knew where it was – they were using it as a wind-sock at Leeds Bradford Airport!