March 29th has come and gone – the first milestone in the roadmap out of lockdown, you can now meet 5 other people or another household outdoors. Making the most of the warm weather, (snow is forecast next week!?), my daughters and I sat with my elderly parents in their garden, the first time I have seen them, not behind glass for many weeks, and another step closer to being able to share a hug. My mum, never one for holding back, commented on my ‘lockdown locks’, and how I must be looking forward to the opening of hairdressers so my mane could be coiffured by a professional as opposed to me coaxing it into any style that doesn’t look like I have been pulled ‘through a hedge backwards’. Well, this got me thinking about my appearance, if I’m really honest as a busy working mum of two teens, it’s not a subject that even at the best of times, I give a lot of thought to, but during the last year, it’s fair to say I may have gone a little feral.