A Shocking Sight

PMT is not doing me any favours at the moment. (That’s PMS to my US girlfriends). I caught sight of my tired, bedraggled reflection in the mirror at the office today and, just for a moment, I struggled to recognise myself. The finest skincare products don’t seem to be working their magic and I suspect what is really needed is a week of sunshine and R&R somewhere far away from the madding crowd. But dream on. So, instead, I’ve signed myself up for an evening of pampering in about six week’s time. I am expecting miracles. Failing that, I’m expecting a glass of red and canapes …