In lifts. At meetings. On buses. Everywhere I go right now people seem to be breaking out into spluttering coughing fits. Maybe it’s our apocalyptic air pollution levels, or just the tree pollen playing havoc, but it isn’t half annoying when you can’t even finish a sentence without trailing off into a choking fit.
Ask any make-up artist and they’ll tell you − a well proportioned, defined eyebrow will take you far in this world. But for those who aren’t naturally blessed, or who like me did a fair amount of damage in the late 90s akin to the deforestation of the Amazon rainforest, there can be issues.
Recently, and really quite out of the blue, I’ve been considering getting my helix pierced − that’s the outside edge of the earlobe to the uninitiated, not to be confused with the ‘conch’ or ‘daith’ (google them).
To put this in some context, I am, so far, devoid of all piercings bar two grown-over holes I had punched into my lower lobes at local jewellers shop ‘Michelle’s’ circa age 14 − to date, the smell of surgical spirit still gives me the shivers.
Hands up, who uses serum? Okay, now hands up if you know why? Are they simply expensive moisturisers designed to make us splurge more money on products, or are they, in fact, a skincare essential that any woman north of 30 needs in their repertoire?