It’s been a long day, there are bits in my hair, the bags under my eyes are full, my legs feel like lead, the kids have gone feral and I’ve still got a few hours of housework before bed BUT my hair is growing, no more cat fights for me because it’s long enough to grab now and I am grateful that it looks a bit of a mess because that means I have enough hair to be messy. This journey is going to be long but I see a very, very small light at the end of the tunnel.…
