As we pull on the same pair of trackies for the third day in a row and consider wearing jeans as pushing the boat out (thanks lockdown), we can still count on one person to bring her sartorial A-game every day, and that’s Holly Willoughby.
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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?’