Deep crow’s feet, frown lines criss-crossing my forehead, a horribly creased top lip line, crinkled neck and lifeless pallid skin. Sixty-six? My reflection in the mirror, as I contemplated what to pack for my big summer holiday, looked more like 166.
But perhaps that’s no surprise when, after 27 years of indulging in ‘tweakments’ to keep my face looking its best, I’d neglected them entirely for almost 18 months. I’d had such high hopes for 2024, promising myself more ‘me’