I’m the sort of girl who loves an early night. A bath, book and bed are my idea of fun. Putting on my pyjamas is my favourite part of the day.
So the prospect of a night out often fills me with dread. Even only a night out to the local Indian restaurant where I am likely to be home before eleven.
But, sometimes, nothing beats the getting ready. Nothing is better than styling your hair, putting on some sheen or shimmer and slipping your feet in to something decidedly less comfortable than slippers.
A moment when you look in the mirror and are reminded of how important it is to make an effort every now and again.