As it looks like we’re going to be in lockdown for a little while longer, we’re doing all that we can to hide our untamed manes and outgrown roots. Like the rest of the nation, we’re dying to get back to our hairdressers, but until they’re up and running again, we’re having to make do and improvise for those morning meeting video calls.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’