The first time I met my wife’s late grandmother, she was in head-to-toe leopard print, camouflaged against a leopard-print pouffe. Along with her obvious sense of style, she exhibited a mild case of narcolepsy, and had come to be known affectionately as Noddy. When I met her, Noddy lived in Bowral, having retired to the Highlands after spending most of her married life on a sheep farm.