I was serious about that hat (I must make one!) but joshing about the haircut. While I would love to have the sort of locks that would oblige me with a neat, sleek ’20s bob, unfortunately, this strange creature is what appears in the mirror each morning. I have an unruly, frizzy barnet that requires serious taming, and imagine I shall wear the restraining braids until I am in my dotage.
hair fact of the day: I have not been to a hairdresser since 1999.
Having shared these weighty matters, I’d better get on with what I was supposed to be doing.