I HAVE written in this column about how we should be able to manage our own hair, make-up, and self-care routines without the need for trips to beauty salons.

However, I am starting to change my mind on the hair front. It’s partly because I am starting to feel like a ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ woman over 50 with long tresses, but mainly because my husband is looking more and more like a well-known serial killer. My daughters picked up on it the other day, and thought it was very funny. Not so for me, when I have to share a bed with him every night.