A momentous occasion. I have had a hair cut. This is very exciting. It’s been a good few months since I had anything approaching Too Much Hair. Granted the cut mainly involved some very light trimming and tidying, but a milestone nevertheless. To accompany this aesthetic venture, I have smothered my legs in far too much fake tan, and added pink dots to the ends of my nails. Transformation complete.

So, in an attempt to make the most of my new appearance, and what seems to be a few days of actual summer weather, I’ve arranged an important meeting in a pub garden, followed by a seafront catch-up with a colleague. Both of which activities are to be conducted in a vest and hot-pants. I think several people may regret this choice by the end of the day.

The thing is, I’ve got a bit better at thinking ‘well, what’s the worst that could happen?’ recently. I used to err more on the side of ‘what if…?’. This year’s been pretty good for that. When the ‘what if’ does happen, and it’s actually nowhere near as bad as you thought, and some really good things happen despite or because of it, it really helps put things into perspective. So rather than creating a load of worry and anxiety, I actually think this year has probably made me worry a lot less. Yet another unforeseen benefit. I mean, really, how much damage can I do by parading around with excessive amounts of flesh on display, sporting streaky tan lines and goose pimples in equal measure? I’ve always thought dignity was hugely overrated.