So, today was the day; the day when I begin to wave goodbye to the ghastly gizzard neck. My face is definitely looking more me, but that crepey wobbling turkey gizzard still makes a scarf de rigeur!...
You know what I mean, deep grooves coming down from the corners of my mouth to my chin, giving my moth a permanent frown. Kelly reckons she's going to turn that frown upside down and puts lashings if numbing cream around the areas she's going to fill....
Social media is full of 50 and Fabulous, Flirty 50s, 50 is the new 40. But what happens if you don’t feel like that? Your kids are flying the nest, you’re on your own and your face is inexorably slipping south. Things aren’t where they once were and the mirror is...
