Felt blehh. With some justification, if you can ever justify feeling blehh. Hair was wrong. Skin was wrong. Clothes were wrong. Blehh.
Bumped into JB as I roamed the streets looking for a hairdresser I wanted to go and see. She took me round some dark alley behind M&S to meet her perfectly lovely hairdresser, who has done almost nothing to my hair and made an unbelievable difference.
Then she took me to the local department store and sat me in front of the Dior counter...
I have never tried a grown up moisturiser before. I am amazed.
So it has been a very expensive week, but the blehh has gone. For now.