I popped out to get a takeway from the local Italian - a bit disappointing, has to be said, and a bottle of wine on my tab.  In my absence, Joey came down as he thought that he might have a splinter in his foot.  He also said to Anne;
'Oh, and Izzy is wandering around upstairs like a hippy-freak'
'Hippy-freak?  What do you mean?'
'Well, she's wearing her purple pyjama bottoms, red velvet dress and dressing gown with spots.  And a hat'.
Yep, I guess hippy-freak is as good a description as any.