A hairdo has cured my FOGO. I’ve been so stricken with Fear Of Going Out, I’ve been trying to avoid the mirror so I couldn’t see my unruly hair and realise the urgent need to venture to the hair salon.
But when neighbours clapped eyes on my hair and said “You can’t go around looking like that” - and I’m sure I heard a few sniggering - I realised it was time to face my fears.
If you imagine Rod Stewart in the 70s after he’d driven on a long motorway with his head stuck out the window, that was a tame version of my hair.
So I did it. I finally braved it out of my street for the first time since March 9. I got up at 5am and had to visit the loo six times because I was a bag of nerves.
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