We went to Sharm-el-Sheikh in Egypt (small compilation of holiday snaps below) predominantly so he could study for his diving licences, whilst I, being a very pale, wintery type unable to cope with such crazy heat, used my dive widow time to try out various new beauty finds, mostly from the haul I panic-bought at the airport Boots.
There are several different types of hair loss, from the commonor-garden 'male pattern baldness' - real name 'androgenic alopecia' - to the rarer 'alopecia areata', where clumps of hair fall out. For the latter problem, hair does usually grow back eventually, but male pattern baldness tends to be degenerative - i.e. it will keep on going.
The thing that makes me sad is the despair and fear I see in my own eyes and body language. Sometimes I think I look exactly like what I am: a 35 year old woman who did not survive an abusive relationship. The thought of being found sexually attractive fills me with horror and the sheer terror that I might be set up to be knocked down again.
It hit the hair loss headlines this week when a boy in Philadelphia with alopecia areata got sent home from school for having hair that violated the school's short hair policy. The incident illustrates the woeful lack of awareness concerning the disease, which is thought to affect around 2% of the population.
It's that time of year again (although the weather would certainly disagree); with spring in full bloom and summer around the corner, candy colours are back! Flicking through the glossy pages of this month's Vogue, I can't help but be drawn to the ice blues, gentle lilacs, soft pinks, mint greens and lemon yellows.