It was one of those pit-of-the-stomach horror moments. I caught sight of myself in my rear-view mirror and suddenly realised I was ageing. There was a criss-cross of wrinkles across my forehead and around my eyes, and a big dip between my eyebrows, which made me look permanently angry.
It hadn’t happened overnight, but I’d been so busy raising five children (two stepchildren and three of my own) that I hadn’t noticed. Now, there was no getting away from the image staring back at me.