When in doubt, cut your hair. I know that is a terrible cliche – have a personal crisis, respond by acquiring a new, radical hairstyle. But what the hell…it does work.

It’s now just shoulder length, with razored bits over the face and a long, jagged fringe over my eyes. When I can afford it, I’ll have it coloured black underneath, and lipstick red on top. THAT will be a change.

I found the best guy to cut it; he took ages, snipping carefully and then whacking great long strands out of it, drying and smoothing it so that it now lies perfectly straight. That is what I needed…a very nice man to touch my hair and tell me how perceptive and sensitive I am, and how wonderful I look. I couldn’t afford this, as we’re flat broke now, but god did it feel good.

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