One last thing...

IN recent months I’ve been about as well groomed as a particularly scruffy poodle left to its own devices in a field of cow pats.

With salons closed, my manicure regime has seen me gnawing bits of old nail off at my desk.

Likewise, pedicures became a distant memory while the bristles on my legs were left to grow long enough to plait.

As for my hair? Well, it was all shades of wrong (a combination of grey and an unfortunate attempt at home colouring) and grew straight from my head like the contents of an exploded couch.

But then my hairdresser called and this week, after a cut and colour, I looked in the mirror and recognised myself for the first time in months. I feel like I’ve shed years and weight. A bit of normality in the shape of a new ‘do’ really does work wonders.