lockdown, a moment I have resisted, but Terence has embraced with pure primate love. I’m still wearing make-up. I mean, of course I’m still wearing make-up.
I’ve sported slap every day since the age of 11 and don’t intend stopping now. This despite the fact that Terence informs me I look younger without it.
I do, but not in a good way, being pale green and guttersnipish, like some teen in a public information broadcast about to sniff glue. [TERENCE: Correction: you look like a May morning.
Heart emoji.]But, my nails, oh God, my nails. The last time I saw their true colour was when my appendix exploded and a nurse had to sand-paper off all trace of magenta pre-op.
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