A collective sharp indrawing of breath from the family when I asked my daughter whether she regretted her panic bangs, after seeing the state of her fringe during a video call earlier this week.
Revenge was had yesterday when I was showing off my expensive new hairdo and the oldest opined that I looked much more attractive from the back.
My husband didn’t get to see the haircut until after it had spent the day crushed under a theatre cap, but said he liked it. He thought it was a “Rachel” do, which gives you an idea of how old we are.